There I was, tears streaming down my face as I knelt down next to my son’s bottom bunk bed in the back room of our 1984 single-wide trailer house, praying for a miracle.
I’d just finished reading my 2 oldest sons their nightly bedtime stories and watched them drift off to sleep.
As I stared down at those 2 angelic faces, I started to cry because it hit me that I was failing as a husband, father & provider.