The Life I Didn’t Choose. Henry’s father chose to destroy my family. 
Words don’t come close to describing the psychological torture I’ve been sentenced to live. Nothing on this earth will satisfy my maternal desire to hold my son Henry in my arms and hug him, and knowing it’ll never be possible, completely destroys me inside. The intense desire to see and speak to Henry is all consuming, not only mentally but emotionally as well. The yearning and heartache I feel to have my child back in this world is the most excruciating of all pains ever experienced. I’ve asked myself numerous times, how is it humanly possible to hurt this badly?  It’s a level of suffering that I never knew even existed. I’m left to adapt to a world that makes no sense without my son Henry in it. I was sentenced to live a life I did not choose. A life that is empty - a life with no color, no joy, no purpose. It’s a world so lonely and desolate, I was thrown in without warning. It’s a place that screams in agony and despair and once I was placed here, there is no going back. I desperately pray that maybe I’ll find a tiny ray of God’s grace to help me through this. This is what it feels like to live as a grieving mother that lost her son, Henry, and even then, it doesn’t even come close to describing what my life has turned into.  I hope that I can count on your continued support on this life-saving law. My family has been through a lot, and I don’t want any other family to have to go through the same thing.             Sincerely Henry’s mother, Jennifer