After my wife passed away, her final words were, “Don’t let love die with me. Give it somewhere to go.” Weeks later, I met nine abandoned baby girls who were about to be separated forever. Choosing them changed the rest of my life—and taught me that love doesn’t end when someone is gone. It grows wherever we choose to share it.
The last thing my wife ever asked of me wasn’t about money. It wasn’t about our house. It wasn’t even about her funeral. As she lay in her hospital bed, …
After my wife passed away, her final words were, “Don’t let love die with me. Give it somewhere to go.” Weeks later, I met nine abandoned baby girls who were about to be separated forever. Choosing them changed the rest of my life—and taught me that love doesn’t end when someone is gone. It grows wherever we choose to share it. Read More
