It has been 572 days since my son died, and I still don’t know how to explain what it’s like to live inside this kind of absence. My grief feels both abstract and concrete—so uncomfortably quiet it sometimes feels unbearably… Continue reading

Recently, my daughter Kelly said something that hollowed out the air around us:“My presence will never be as big as his absence.” She was speaking about her brother, Tom. And in some ways, she wasn’t wrong. His absence is vast.… Continue reading