I was kneeling beside my son Daniel’s casket on a quiet Tuesday, trying to hold myself together in a moment no parent is prepared for. He was twenty-four. My husband Earl stood nearby, and our chaplain spoke gently, but even those small anchors felt distant. Grief has a way of narrowing everything.
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