It was a summer of content.
Really real..
Because, trust me, Heaven is real.
With that faith, hope emerged -- the hope of seeing Zellie again in Heaven.
This Story will take you through a grandfather\'s love, loss, and a rediscovery of faith.
And the pain I merely survived.
Determined not to forget my beautiful Zellie\'s face, or the way she wiggled when she laughed, I chose to remember.
And it may sound strange to say, but you don\'t want it to because that means forgetting.
I learned the hard way that the pain never goes away.
He also sent us quick glimpses into Heaven, which you\'ll read about in this book.
From that agonizing moment to this day, I find God sending people our way to help us on our life\'s journey together.
There was no getting around the emotions of that stinging loss, but we all began healing at about the same time.
Friends and family responded to the raw view of pain and prayers they read about.
With these letters, I shared the horrible pain our family was going through.
These are Letters to Heaven.
After that - I wrote directly to Zellie.
Answers I received though helped me form a letter, which I sent directly to God.
Nothing seemed to work.
I thought I knew God, and I tried to bargain with Him.
I looked up.
I had choices to make: to look up or look away.
The world crashed down on my shoulders so hard; it drove me to my knees.
Opa\'s little girl.
Until the day we lost our precious two-year-old Zellie.
The escapades of two very rambunctious grandkids caught the hearts of friends and neighbors, here in Michigan, as they followed the stories of Liam and Zellie on social media.
Three generations of family in one household.
It was a summer of content
