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.