“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” ―Terry Pratchett
Wednesday, Oct. 2 marked six years since the coroner came to my office to notify me that my oldest son was dead. For those who don’t know or remember, Ethan was 26, and he died in a single-vehicle accident at the top of Iron Mountain in Glenwood Springs.
That day felt like a new team of writers…


