Five Years Without My Son
June 2 marked five years since I held him. I’ve written that down in so many ways— the fact that I held him. It always goes back to that act, that hour, that contact. It’s all I had. It’s everything. … Continue reading
June 2 marked five years since I held him. I’ve written that down in so many ways— the fact that I held him. It always goes back to that act, that hour, that contact. It’s all I had. It’s everything. … Continue reading