The Comforts and Challenges of My Faith in the Life and Death of My Developmentally Disabled Son

The Comforts and Challenges of My Faith in the Life and Death of My Developmentally Disabled Son I stopped writing 23 years ago. It was Christmastime. We’d been receiving cards from friends with letters and notes about how their families were growing and achieving. And I thought, “How do I write to someone and say, ‘Things are not going well in my family’? How do I admit that my child is not growing and achieving? I don’t know what’s wrong, and I can barely get through the days physically and psychologically.” So I simply stopped writing. Now, fifteen years after my son’s death, perhaps I can start writing again and share some of the powerful effects he had on my life.