I Never Deleted My Late Daughter’s Number—Then It Called Me in the Middle of the Night

delete the contact. I couldn’t. Not yet. But as I finally walked toward my bed, I knew that the next time the phone rang in the middle of the night, I would know the difference between a memory and a reality.

And perhaps, in a strange, roundabout way, being a father meant never really stopping, even when the children were gone. You just kept answering continue reading …