of a cartoon father and son holding hands.
I sat down on the edge of the kitchen chair and stared at it for a long time.
Father’s Day had always been hard. The first one after David died, Caleb and I didn’t even mention it. We just got through the day the way you get through a bad storm, inside, with the curtains closed, waiting. The second year, I took him to the movies to distract him. He sat through the whole thing without eating any popcorn, and in the
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