The clothes he would never wear again, haphazardly strewn across the laundry room floor, had almost hidden it. It was about the size of a silver dollar, staring at me, gleaming in the shadows, like it was waiting to be found again. It was our son, Harrison’s, Alcoholics Anonymous chip. I silently rejoiced that I …
I was afraid to do it, but I finally mustered the courage. In the dark of the theater, I reached across the arm rest and gently took Lori’s hand in mine. She squeezed my hand in return. Sometimes holding hands comes naturally, because we are sure of the relationship, but for two teenagers on their …
It was an epic moment, at least for me and my family. My son and his bride stood at the altar, his eyes locked on hers, hers on his. I could see love notes bouncing from his smile to hers and hers to his. The arch with lattice shaded them from the sun as they …