A Trusted Volunteer Forged My Signature to Convince Me My Child Was Dead — Here’s How I Found Him Alive

Of course I chose it.

But I understand now why some part of me wept as though at a funeral, even as the news was resurrection.

I was grieving the safety of my grief.

I was being asked to love a living child, and loving the living, unlike mourning the dead, means being afraid every single day for the rest of your life.

I have been afraid every day since.

I would not trade one hour of it.