When my firstborn son was little I thought I loved him too much for anything to happen. I never thought God would allow such tragedy. But after losing my son at five-years old, I had to learn a new normal. Life after loss isn’t easy, but it can still be beautiful. I didn’t lose my son because he wasn’t loved enough or I messed up with God. Thao died because this world is a mess. It’s broken and sad. But there is hope, because of Jesus.