He was. He existed. He was a very small person that touched our lives in a powerful way. […] Losing Joe did not ultimately rip my life apart, but rather made me stronger, emotionally and spiritually.”
Jan Wolfe Rosales lost her firstborn child when he was just four days old. Baby Joe died in his mother’s arms in the backseat of an automobile on an Iowa turnpike, on their way home from the hospital where the best university doctors couldn’t undo his fatal heart defect. Joe’s young parents were devastated. Bereaved. And very angry with God.