Being there

[image error]I had coffee with an old friend on Saturday, a friend I thought had vanished from my life for good. Nine years ago, Lisa's son Morgan was murdered while trying to stop a fight near his college campus.  He was twenty-one years old, three months shy of graduating with honors, engaged to be married to the girl of his dreams.  

 I first met Lisa when we brought our son Henry to her kindergarten classroom and tentatively showed her a thick file of test results confirming physical and cognitive...