My nine-year-old son, Noah, wanted to go to the beach on the Fourth of July because he said it made him feel closer to his father.
Simon had died the previous October in a construction accident, and grief had changed the shape of our days. Some mornings were quiet. Some nights were worse. Noah did not always know how to speak about missing him, but he found small ways to stay near him…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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