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

waits in a teacher’s desk drawer. In a hospital supply room. Under a loose floor tile. Inside a crooked wooden bird. Inside a tattoo over a father’s heart. Inside a room where a child, scared and sick and trying not to cry, suddenly laughs.

That is where Owen still lives.

And every time that laughter rises, even for one hour, the day does not win completely.continue reading …