My 17-year-old son shaved his head for his sick girlfriend – the next day, her mother said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”

and watched him pack the bag with the same careful attention he’d once applied to his Lego sets.

Aaron had always been like that. Good grades, no trouble, the kind of boy who notices when a kid sits alone at lunch, and the type who steps in when someone else is hurting.

When my son started dating Lily a year ago, I called Diane that same night, feeling continue reading …