Never in a million years did I imagine I would lose my baby when I did.
The last few months have been a very difficult ride for so many reasons and it’s hard to understand God’s timing.
While I don’t understand it — any of it — I do my best to try not to question it.
In God’s perfect timing he brought “Dawell” into our lives and Tanner knew life with a dad before he was taken away.
My baby died having a mom and a dad and for that, I will always be unendingly grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who gave my baby a dad, and for Darrell for loving my Tanner like a son.
Happy Father’s Day, Darrell, from all of us… but especially your Tan-Man in Heaven. 
