Who would have thought that writing about the times I was aversely separated from my oldest son—and about the inescapable nonstop grief I have felt since I lost him—would turn into a labor of love? I never thought the day would come when this therapeutic exercise would become my approved for production memoir.
Today is the first anniversary of our beloved son’s death. It seems like it was just yesterday that Olumuyiwa Ade Keen died. We truly are thankful to God that Ade is no longer in pain, but because on Earth grief has no expiration date our pain won’t ever end.