A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
Chris’s death devastated me. Even now as I write this 13 years later, I have a hard time expressing my feelings about it.
You keep waiting for an adultier adult to run in and say, “Ladies and gentlemen, this person is a liar!”
What followed was a ten minute game of angry Twister that left us with an awful haircut and an even more awful memory.
It seems like from the moment I became the father of a girl, there has been a concerted effort by the world to make me realize that she would one day grow up and move on.
“What must it be like when they’re all alone back at home?”
I wanted this to be a memory she kept forever. Luckily, there was an option that I had never even considered.
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of “bless you” isn’t one of them.
The memories that matter to our kids, not to us, are the ones that make a difference
It wasn’t until recently, however, that I found myself asking that same question again in a very different way.