I am at a conference for work in New Orleans this week. Today, as I made small talk during lunch, the enivitable question was finally asked for the first time since Christopher’s death; “Do you have any children?”

“Yes! I have a son who died as a result of a car accident in December.”

That one simple question, which I had dreaded, put an end to the question of whether I am still a mother. I had feared the question, but it was finally asked and I instinctively knew the answer. Yes I am a mother; I have a son who is at home with his Heavenly Father.

That is the hope we have in the Gospel.

Praise God!