I saw a homeless man wearing my son’s jacket, the one that had gone missing – and I decided to follow him.

him, no matter how long it took.

Almost a year later, I was in another city for a business meeting, nearly three hours away from home.

By then, I had forced myself back into something that looked like normal life — work, grocery shopping, phone calls with my sister on Sunday evenings.

But nothing was normal.

Not really.

After the meeting ended, I stopped continue reading …