A month ago my youngest children, seniors in high school, came home raving about a school assembly they’d attended. “Mom, this guy was amazing,” my daughter said. “Cool,” I replied and then the talk moved on to our family’s upcoming Thanksgiving.
I should have paid more attention.
This past Monday, at their school, something extraordinary happened; the sort of thing that makes you believe in the wonder of “living, loving, and trying” even as you accept the implacability of loss.
Here’s the story. It’s worth reading. Be prepared to cry.