This is a story so personal, it took fifty years to write.
Alexander, Child of Love is not a self-help book about how to best survive the death of a child. Alexander’s story is the story of the power of love. The more you love, the longer you love, the larger you become.
Long after my son’s death, I was profoundly shocked to learn that Alexander was actually “murdered.” As you read, you will come to understand why the word “murdered” was not ill-chosen.
The story I am about to tell you is not simply about a mother and child. It is about the human spirit and the heights to which it can ascend to overcome extreme physical disability and pain. In essence, it is about love. During my son’s mortal life, I learned for the first time the meaning of real love. I learned that such love has the power to work miracles in our lives.