Own What You Believe

Thirty years ago (on May 7, 1990), we lost a son a few minutes after he was born – after a perfect pregnancy.

On the same day, a co-worker’s wife had a healthy baby boy.

When the co-worker found out about Gregory’s death, he stepped into the shower, fully clothed, and turned on the water … as an expression of gratitude and grief.

That has always been very meaningful to me.