My Son Was Declared Gone Until His Math Teacher Found An Envelope He Left For Me

it because I needed proof he was still with me.”

I stood behind him and touched his shoulder. “He was always with you.”

Charlie’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “I know that now.”

There are still days when I sit with Owen’s blue camp shirt. It no longer smells like him. Not really. Time is cruel that way. But I keep it in a cedar box with the letters, the continue reading …