Sweet Reminders of Comfort

My dad passed away from cancer almost two years before my oldest was born. We decided that if we had a boy, his middle name would be Daniel, my dad’s first name. At the time, it was a sweet way to honor my dad. It didn’t take long to realize that just saying, “Owen Daniel,” would be a constant blessing and reminder of the man I miss so much. A week after Thanksgiving in 2018, just a month shy of Owen’s sixth birthday, we received the devastating news that our baby’s heartbeat couldn’t be found. I was 29 weeks pregnant, and Owen and his three-year-old brother, Alec, had been beyond excited about their anticipated sibling. I was ...