My second Christmas without my child

Share via: Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Email More by 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 … Continue reading My second Christmas without my child