This will be short.
I type as Ginger drives. We’re on our way to the wake for a 8-year old boy. A boy we met at Lurie’s the week he was diagnosed. We met him and his family while we were each picking up chemo and medications for our boys from the Lurie’s pharmacy.
It’s hard to reconcile the sense in it all.
Not sure I can.
So, we hold fast to Hope and tight to our red-headed boys and brown-haired girl.
We feel like this could have been us.
Pray for the Elkins family.
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