I Don’t Understand God

When facing family adversity, my son and I have a conversation

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I hadn’t fully wrapped my head around my husband’s traumatic brain injury (TBI). It was March 2012 — over a year since he was struck while riding his scooter by a truck making an illegal turn — and no matter what I did, his erratic mood was growing worse.

But on this particular day, I wasn’t dealing with his hot-cold behavior, angry…