Before My 19-Year-Old Son Died, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl—Then Her Mother Handed Me a Letter: “Mom, There’s Something You Need to Know About Her”
Different accountability.
One of the most dangerous habits in families is compressing all responsibility into one person because that makes the story easier.
We stopped doing that.
The hardest person to be angry with was Caleb.
Dead sons are supposed to become saints.
People speak about them as though death removes every bad decision.
Caleb was nineteen.
He made one I disagreed with.