After an aching loss, a healing gift
One of this blogs readers is John D'Anna of the Arizona Republic , who has a very moving and truthful story of a mother's loss in yesterday's paper. It is well worth a read, but here are some highlights: Her name is Monica and Isaiah was her baby boy. She named him for the prophet who foretold the gift of the Savior's birth. . . . When he was 9, Monica began to notice that he would sometimes zone out. She'd ask what was wrong and he'd say, "Mom, I've got a bad taste in my mouth." She didn't think much of it. About two weeks later, Isaiah was riding in the back seat of the car with his older brother, Gino. Monica heard him gasping and thrashing, the nylon of his winter coat swishing against the seat and car door. She couldn't see him in the mirror so she asked Gino what was going on. He nonchalantly replied that Isaiah did that all the time in his sleep. Monica pulled over, and her training as a nurse told her Isaiah was having a seizure....