My 12-Year-Old Son Saved All Summer for a Memorial to His Friend Who Died of Cancer Then a Fire Destroyed It All

It happened on an ordinary Tuesday in April—the kind that pretends to be spring but still carries winter in its bones. Twelve-year-old Caleb, once all noise and laughter, came home from his best friend Louis’s funeral and went silent. Grief had emptied the air of everything familiar. For weeks he barely spoke, clinging to Louis’s old baseball glove…