So tomorrow marks 9 years since I lost my dad. He sadly passed away due to the horrible illness MS.
My dad was wheelchair bound when i lost my son back in 2000, but insisted on carrying my boy’s tiny coffin . He wrapped his arms around it tight in his wheelchair..
That day he showed true strength, I’ve been proud of my dad all my life, but that day more than ever..
I guess what I’m trying to say is no matter how bad its gets deep down in your soul you have an inner strength, your reserve for those days when you really need it… 💙💔
Life after losing a child 