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My relationship with my father when I was a boy was tough. My relationship with my son as a boy was tough. I thought his mother was “too easy” on him, so I tried to instill toughness — the same way my father had tried with me. One Saturday morning, I told a pre-teen James
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Almost a year after Lexy’s death, I read something that changed me: You can stop living the day your child dies — and become a corpse waiting for your own end. OR You can carry their love forward. Carrying love forward means recognizing grief as a different expression of love. It means finding a way
The Journey Back 