My Greatest Sorrow is My Greatest Joy

Wendy and I were close friends in High School. Best friends. We shared everything, we went through so much together. We lost touch during the college years and have reconnected recently. This past year her life was turned upside down in ways none of us could imagine. This is her story…

Strengthening the Soul

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things” ~ Robert Brault

She’s dying. My 9 year old daughter is dying. Today I can say it without crying, but not necessarily tomorrow. Each day is filled with up and down emotions. Some days I am hopeful for a cure, but many days I am filled with despair and an indescribable sadness. My heart aches. My tears burn. My head and my body are tired.

You see, my daughter Abby was recently diagnosed with a rare, genetic disease that is terminal. There is no cure or treatment. No cure. 100% terminal. Every child diagnosed with this disease will die. I have never felt so helpless. As mothers, it is our job to nurse our child’s boo-boos, dry their tears, teach them how to deal with sorrow and upsets, and give them hope…

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  1. Gretchen, I just can’t bring myself to read her post today. I just saw the post Matt from Must Be This Tall To Ride wrote about it…and it is too much. Her daughter is the same age as mine. I can’t go there tonight, which seems so selfish and unfair because your friend has no choice but to go there. Every night. Please know she is in my prayers, and likely the prayers of every parent who knows of her story and is too afraid to even imagine themselves there. Love, prayers, peace, and hugs.


    1. I completely understand. And it’s not selfish at all, it is because you’re sensitive and caring that it affects you. Matt’s post was beautiful and a wonderful tribute to The Ferguson family. I will pass your thoughts and prayers on to my friend. Take care…


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