Making Sense Out of Chaos
September 9, 2020
Several years ago, sometimes it feels like yesterday, my wife and I found ourselves in a script we didn’t write, we didn’t want and we couldn’t escape.
In what seemed like a heartbeat of time, we went from parents of a teenager to parents who had lost a child.
These are memories that cannot be erased from the mind’s memory. Sometimes all it takes is quietness in the far side of the room, the sound of a motorcycle on the highway, a clear night on the prairie. There are fond memories, but admittedly sometimes they take more work. They are cataloged somewhere behind that fateful night...
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