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

Make them smile for one hour.

That is what Owen left us. Not closure. Closure is too small a word for losing a child. He left us a direction. A room to walk into. A silly red nose. A wooden family held together by a boy’s careful hands.

He left us proof that love can still give instructions after the voice is gone.

Years later, people sometimes ask me continue reading …