On Dec. 7, 1978, a wonderful miracle from God came into
my life. My son, Dustin,
was born. My doctor had told me that I probably would never
be able to have
children, but here I was standing and looking on the most
beautiful child I had ever
seen. A day later, my doctor came in and told me Dustin had
a blood clot lying on
his brain, and that he didn't know if he would live. NO, Please
God, let Dustin live.
He was in intensive care for two weeks, but he was strong
and God caused another
miracle to happen, and the blood clot dissolved, and I brought
my beautiful baby
home. My doctor said Dustin could have complications later
on, but he never did. He developed perfectly, was smart, so talented, a
wonderful Christian young man. He
graduated from high school with honors in May, 1997, and was
attending his first
year of college. On a dark, rainy night in October, Dustin,
our other son, Matt, and
a friend were headed to a high school football game, when! Dustin
slid on a bend, and ran off the road. He died instantly, and part of me
died instantly too. The road of
grief has been the most difficult journey that I believe anyone
could travel. Losing a
child has to be the ultimate loss. He had so very much to give,
so much love, so much talent, so much time, we thought. God, family, and
friends are the only reasons
we can go on. I know Dustin is in Heaven, but knowing this
doesn't make me miss
him any less. I know someday I will hold him in my arms again, and
look into his
handsome face, and never be parted again. Dustin will be forever
in our hearts. We
love him and miss him so much.
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