Summary: The moment I got the call, I had the dreaded feeling that something was changing forever. And it did…my little grandson, only two and half years old, had collapsed and was not breathing. Racing to the hospital, I experienced every emotion, but mostly I prayed that miraculously he’d survive. We lost RJ that night, and our lives became fragmented. Our family is strong; we believe that faith and the power of prayer are what got us through the worst times after his death. I trust RJ’s story will encourage other parents and grandparents who’ve lost their child. For parents whose child has gone suddenly to Heaven, as RJ did, who’ve struggled to hold their relationship together—have you found your child’s legacy yet? There’s a silver lining in the dark cloud; you have to search inside to discover it…RJ left a plethora of gifts unseen but to the heart and mind.