My thirteen-year-old son Owen drowned in a lake last month during a fishing trip with my husband

and the Wooden Bird Owen Made That Still Hung From My Mirror

I found my mother in the kitchen when I came downstairs. She had been staying with us since the funeral — sleeping in the guest room, making sure I ate, sitting with me in the evenings when the silence became too loud. She looked up from the sink the moment she saw my face.

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