Staying Afloat

I had difficulty believing in a Higher Power after losing my son Nathaniel in 1998, due to a premature birth. I held him immediately as he came out of my womb, telling him how much he was loved by me and everyone else in his family and by God. I was very grateful I had that brief time with my son alive. After he died, my belief in God turned into an empty void. I turned to drinking for the next nine years.