By Carol Becwar
Every November, I think about the pain we experienced when our young son died. Entering that Advent season, I prayed for peace, yet my aching heart felt cheated. Beyond the pain, I saw only a dark mist shrouding any possibility of future happiness. How could God allow my sweet little one to suffer and die at such a tender age? How could it be His will to leave us alone, steeped in grief?