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

voice coming apart at the seams, and I understood before he finished the sentence.

Search teams worked for four days.

They found nothing.

They explained, in the kind, exhausted way of people who have had to explain this before, what fast currents do. They used words and phrases that were meant to bring closure and brought only a specific kind of devastation continue reading …