Carter gave everyone who ever met him a gift, and I believe he was meant to come and teach us something--for me, that lesson was that nothing is wrong unless you make it wrong. Nothing was ever wrong with my son. In his world, everything was perfect. He was meant to live when he did and make an impact in the time he was given, and I was fortunate to have had those experiences alongside him. As I allowed myself to dig deeper and open more of my heart to this perspective, I was able to reframe the meaning of Carter's life. When well-intentioned people would say "sorry for your loss," it didn't mean much to me anymore because I no longer felt like I'd LOST anything. I was just grateful for his life.