The day my son died, I fed him his early morning feeding at 5:30am and he went back to sleep. I was transitioning back to full-time at work
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The day my son died, I fed him his early morning feeding at 5:30am and he went back to sleep. I was transitioning back to full-time at work
“Oh no you won’t,” he said. I was driving past the child support office muttering to myself, “I’m going to go in there and get them to start
“He’s gotten an attitude lately. He’s talking back and acting surly every time I ask him to do anything. His favorite word is ‘Well ...’ and he says
“The bone is infected and you’ll probably lose your leg.” I’d taken my dad for a “routine” doctor visit and instead we were sent directly to the hospital
Last week I survived the 13th anniversary of my son’s death. Even after 13 years, the dreaded day comes and it’s painful. In fact, the days and weeks