My second Christmas without my child

Share528Tweet+1Share7535 Sharesby Tamara Rollison I will never forget the date, 5:30 a.m., July 22, 2016. My 19-year-old son Logan was pronounced dead in a Virginia hospital. Every bone in his body broken, bleeding from the inside out. His eyes black, his head swollen, his blonde hair blood stained from fatal injuries that literally crushed him … Continue reading My second Christmas without my child