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.

and looked me in the eye. “Can you tell me about my brother?”

And I stepped back from the doorway to let him in.

For the first time in years, I pulled out the photos of Danny and told his story. I showed him the drawings he did in kindergarten and the award he won in his first spelling bee.

I cried, but for the first time, it didn’t feel like those tears continue reading …