I had arrived at my parent's condo only hours before. Dad had passed away, it was time to say good bye. My phone rang in the middle of the night.
"I'm in the hospital," daughter Katy said. "I may lose the baby. I may not make it."
The baby. At week twenty-eight, he had a name already. His room was almost fully decorated. There were plans for this couple to welcome him, love him and watch him grow into a man.
But, I'll let her tell it. She is gifted, and will make you laugh and cry. It's a tender story of a family that refused to give up, refused to feel sorry for themselves and, in the end, got to welcome a new little life to this world.