After three weeks I have to admit there are moments when the light shines through; moments that I believe strongly in everything I read that says Avery was chosen for God’s larger plan, bigger than all the plans I had for him. These moments almost make me forgot not my sweet boy of course but the huge hole saying goodbye to him has left in my heart. I look forward to the day where I can remember the time I had with him fondly instead of bursting into tears and being overwhelmed with grief. Days where these light moments stretch into minutes then hours then days are coming; I can feel them. As much as I have to accept God’s plan for Avery, I have to believe he has plans for me too. There is no backward so forward it is.