I buried my son ten years ago – when I saw my new neighbors’ boy, I was certain he looked exactly like mine would have if he were still alive today.

back to the hospital.”

“Why?”

“I thought it was true.”

“He was still alive, still critical.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I couldn’t bear to watch you lose him twice. The social worker told me there was a couple who were willing to take him. She asked me if I wanted to let the placement go forward.”

“Carl, you didn’t…”

“I did. I thought I was sparing continue reading …