I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

went beyond grief, or at least beyond the grief I recognized.

I told myself he was coping in the only way he knew how. I told myself we were both just surviving.

But there were moments — sitting in Owen’s room in the evenings, listening to the particular silence of a house where a child used to be — when I felt like I had lost two people at the lake continue reading …