On October 31, 2003 my son, Nathan Warner, was killed while away at
college. He was hit by a truck. He was 18 years old. When his mother and I
drove him to his new school he was so happy. He was realizing his
dream... a dream that lasted six weeks. In this section you will find the
journal entries that I wrote in the days, weeks and months following my
son’s death. They are not cleaned up, but are honest and raw.
I share these with you who have suffered loss in the hope that it will
encourage you to be open and honest with God…free to express what you
truly and most deeply feel… remembering that nothing can separate you
from God’s love for you . . . not your anger, questions, confusion,
frustration…nothing!
Also I share this with you who journey with others who suffer loss.
Much of the pain I had to endure was a result of Christians who sought to
be helpful. It is my hope and prayer that these journal entries will
give you a window into the anguish and torment of grief and help you to
demonstrate the caring presence and love of God to those who suffer.
