I still clearly remembered the last time I’d seen my son.
We buried Daniel and Laura days later. It was a closed-casket service due to the severity of the accident.
Taking guardianship of my seven grandchildren was never a choice. They needed me, so I stepped up for them.
My house was far too small, so we moved into the house they’d lived in with their parents.
Those first years nearly broke me.
I took extra jobs, barely slept, and learned how to stretch money, time, and patience in ways I never thought possible.
And now, the contents of a single box made it all seem like a sick joke.
Those first years nearly broke me.
I shut the box firmly and stood.
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