My Older Son Died – When I Picked Up My Younger Son from Kindergarten, He Said, ‘Mom, My Brother Came to See Me’
My son had only been back at kindergarten for a week when he climbed into the car, buckled halfway into his seat, and said it like it was ordinary. “Mom, Ethan came to see me.” Ethan had been dead for six months. The parking lot noise faded into a dull hum. I kept my…
