I left the hospital that night complacent in the idea that my grandson and daughter were doing fine. I returned to find my daughter alone in her hospital room in a fetal position. When I asked where is the baby she burst into hysterical sobs. I could not understand her and could only hold her till she calmed enough to tell me that they had taken the baby to the neonatal intensive care unit, that something was wrong with him, and she thought he was going to die. Little did I know that this was the first step in a long journey along a path destined to create miracles in the lives of my family, not only for my daughter and grandson, but the whole family.
Prayers are always welcome.
Especially for the family of the child that gave up her organs so that my Justin could have another chance.