Normally my column is lighthearted and humorous, hopefully bringing some joy into someone’s life who might be feeling down. This column will be different.

It is with a heavy heart that I write this column, on this, the second anniversary of my son’s death. By the time Sparky was diagnosed, the cancer was already stage 4. His faith was so strong that he refused any kind of treatment. He said: “If I can’t be healed by prayer, that’s all right, because I’m prepared to...