I buried my 9-year-old son ten years ago. When new neighbors moved in, I brought over a pie to welcome them. Their teenage son opened the door… and I nearly collapsed. He had my son’s face! And when I told my husband, he whispered something that changed everything.
My son, Daniel, died when he was nine years old.
He was playing with a ball near the school gate, and then a car turned too fast off the side street, and that was it. One moment he existed in the world, and the next he didn’t.