Today, I am especially thankful for my Heavenly Father.
Over the last 2 years, I've felt his presence like never before. In the beginning of my grief, I was very angry at God. I felt betrayed by him and I was always questioning why he took my son. I was sick of people telling me that Erik was in a better place - even though I knew he is in Heaven (can't get much better than that right?!) I still felt that the best place for Erik was here with me. Completely selfish I know!
I haven't quite gotten to the point of acceptance that Erik is gone, but I'm getting there. I am so thankful that God has never and will never leave my side through this ugly process of grief - or ever for that matter.
I know that he loves me unconditionally and is taking better care of Erik than I could ever imagined.