by Shawn
April 6, 2012
I sat at the back of the bus on Friday, Good Friday, and my eyes swam in tears as I soaked up the photos of a memorial service for my dear friends’ baby: a willow tree, pink balloons scattered in a blue sky, and a small white box that fit comfortably in one hand. I [...]
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by Shawn
March 28, 2012
Two or three weeks ago, I called my mom. Maile, the kids, the bus, and I were somewhere in Florida. Maybe Jacksonville. I can’t remember exactly. Within a few seconds of my mom answering, I knew something was wrong. “Shawn, I have some not-so-good news,” she said in a quavery voice reserved for funerals and [...]
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