Written by Mara
I first met Amanda in the kitchen of my neighbor’s home. We had been talking for a little over an hour when she began to relate the loss of her twenty-month-old son, Bennett. Five years earlier, he had inexplicably passed away in his sleep, and her anguish at that time was unbearable. As she tried to explain the pain of his loss, my tears flowed. I felt the gravity of her loss because she had literally lived my greatest nightmare–to have to bury a small child.
Anyone that meets Amanda now can feel her strength. Her gaze is that of one who has traversed the deep valleys of life, but has climbed and persevered to a higher plane. You can feel peace and security and light in her presence.