I was seven months pregnant with my youngest when my father died. Seven weeks before his death, we also lost my uncle. And in between, my then four year old had half of her left kidney removed. Oh, and I lost my job!
However, when my daughter was born, she saved us all. Her birth was the miracle that we all needed to lift us from the depths of despair, to use a cliche. She was and always has been my hero, as I'm sure that Conner will always be to all of you.
