Following Family Tragedy, My Young Son Said Something I’ll Never Forget

My son had only been back at kindergarten for a week when he climbed into the car, tugged the door shut with both hands, and announced something that split my world in two. He buckled himself halfway into his seat—straps twisted, sneakers tapping against the back of my chair—and said it as casually as if he were telling me about finger painting. “Mom, Ethan came… CONTINUE READING…