Late night chats with E…8yrs old….these chats can be about farts, body parts, and creepy crawlies…what ever a boy thinks about. Some nights though when your mom has cancer involves God and why.

Why God? Why did you make my mom sick? Why God? Why did you guarantee a life without her? Are you mean? Do you mean to hurt me? Did you mean to kill my mom?

Imagine that. Imagine those thoughts while you are 8 and firm in your love of God. That E.

Did God give me this? Possibly yes. Out of anger? No. Will E and Chris live without me? Possibly. Is God mean? No. Did He mean to hurt me? Possibly to help me grow. Did he mean to kill me? No…He’s simply bringing me home.

Why? Lessons. Where? Home. Simple answers to complex feelings. They don’t make sense to many adults much less a child. But I have it. The answer….

Kneeling on cobblestones in Paris over 4 years ago, I was taught something. I was shown the why. Faith. Our universal language is love and faith. A belief translated into every language.

I am loved. You are too. These dark times… learn and grow.