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.

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“I don’t know what to call you,” he said.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “You can just call me Sue. I haven’t earned the right to anything more than that.”

He bit his lip. “This is really complicated, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what to call you.”

I nodded. “But I hope it will get easier in time.”

He took a deep breath continue reading …