I think I would like to meet this couple. They have some trivial similarities to Cindy and I.  We had silly sentimental attachments to the places from our past.  And I also feel some sense of commradery in that they have suffered a great loss and have survived and recovered.

“Teresa, about their son Wade, ‘There are times when we think about Wade, a sort of, `Gosh, he would have enjoyed this.’ Part of the reality of losing a child is that you never know when it’s going to hit you.”

I know exactly what that feels like. I just wonder when that will stop happening a dozen times a day every day.

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