I am far from ready to spill my heart at this point, so this will be brief. I am pondering and pondering as we pull together details for Sam’s funeral. But I wanted to write this, because I need you to know, even before we’ve laid him to rest, what Sam’s father declared over him the day he was born. Steven held our tiny son up and spoke to him, “This story is not over. Your story is not over.”
This story is not over.