This book is about the road of grief I traveled when my only son died. The death of my son struck me down in a place where I had never been before, and it left a deep, gut-wrenching wound that had to have time to heal. My son left to go to his eternal home, and I was left to bear my sorrow. However, God, in his abundant mercy, came to me. He gave miracles to me that blew me away. On days that I knew I could not go on he carried me, spoke to me, rocked me, sent help to me, and visited me. Oh, yes, he did. The road was not one I wanted to be on, but it was the one I was on. The road was rocky, yet the road was strewn with compassion, love, and joy. I did not travel it alone. God, the Father, Jesus the Son, and the Great Holy Spirit were right there on that road with me. They never left me. They gave me grace, strength, and courage to keep going. Satan was my enemy on this road. He hurled stones at me, tripped me, tormented me, and tried many ways to instill fear in me. He wanted me to travel a road of defeat. God would not allow him to win over me. God was my refuge, my rock, my Father, and my victory. This book is as much about living as it is about dying. You do not have to be in grief to read this book. Open the book and take a look.