Sacred

On Wednesday, Josh and I drove to UAB and met with Ethan's Cardiologist, Dr. McMahon, to discuss the details of Ethan's death.

The meeting was three hours long, and I cannot explain how difficult it was to hear exactly how our son died.

We are so, so broken.

Yet, the Presence of God was there in such a powerful way. I cannot explain it, either... not adequately.

Dr. McMahon told us he has been at UAB for 15 years, and does 400-500 cardiac caths each year...

and Ethan is only the second patient he has lost.

Are you serious, Lord??

The last hour of our son's life here on Earth is so incredibly sacred to us. We will hold it and ponder it in our hearts forever... just as we do his entire 12 weeks--- and the nine months I carried him in my womb.

For three hours, we sat with Dr. McMahon...

The same man who tried so desperately to save our son's life... the same man who, with tears streaming down his face, had to tell us Ethan was in Heaven... the same man who cradled Ethan in his arms as if he were his own son when he brought him to us...

and the same man who cries and grieves with us still.

He is part of a sacred story...

The story of our son.