I don’t want to write this column this week, much like I didn’t want to write the column I wrote a year ago. It’s been one year since my oldest son, Ethan, died in a car accident. He was 25. Typing those words still seems surreal. The first anniversary of his death has been more difficult to navigate than I anticipated.
First, I just miss him, the way you would miss an arm or a…
Another heartfelt column that needed writing. Can’t do much from far away but send a virtual hug! You are on a road not all of us have traveled.
Thank you for your courage and love to remember Ethan so publicly, we miss him terribly. On a lighter note we are excited about you guys becoming our new neighbor. When we moved here the paper was in the building you are now relocating back to!