... every time I think of Deva... it is a feeling of intense light that floods me with unconditional love for life itself.
One day, we woke up and my brother was missing. When we finally listened to the voice mail, we heard her crying his name softly and him saying he was on his way. She sounded terrified.
My husband and my mom sat in the waiting room for what was probably only a half hour, but which seemed forever. He didn’t know if I was alive, if our baby was alive, or what was happening at all.