This is my grandson. He was 29 days old. He passed away Thursday. Why? We don’t know. None of this makes sense. Nothing happened. He was sleeping. What I can tell you is that his mother is doing well. She is being so proactive. I’m so proud of her. In the beginning, we almost lost her. When we said our “good-byes,” I told the officers that they should not let her leave the hospital because I know she had every intention of trying to kill herself, and she did. When she had a psych eval, she told the psychiatrist that “she couldn’t kill herself because she couldn’t imagine putting her mother (me) through the pain that she is feeling and she thanks her mother for asking the police to help her.” Tragedies like these can go one of two ways, tear families apart, or bring families closer together. I see the outcome of this bringing ours closer together. I pray for a stronger, better future for my family. Rest peacefully little one.