There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about the son that we lost. And despite my tendency toward optimism, I have struggled to find meaning in his passing. But I do recognize that we were lucky. In the moment that I was brought to my knees, I had folks I could lean on to help me get back up. That’s something that I am profoundly grateful for. Sitting in my car, crying in front of Starbucks, I caught a glimpse of what it might be like to lose the ability to be the parent we all want to be. My mother didn’t have the network of support that Arno and I enjoy.
