Helping Shelter Kids Pick Out Halloween Costumes Taught Me Lessons I’ll Never Forget
I’m 46, and for nearly two years, I’ve lived in a house that feels more like a mausoleum than a home. It’s silent, except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator or the distant sound of traffic on the street outside.
Two years ago, my entire life ended in a single, careless moment: a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road claimed my husband and both my children.
Mark, my husband of 18 years; Emily, my bright, spirited 14-year-old daughter; and Josh, my awkward, sweet 16-year-old son — all gone in…
I’m 46, and for nearly two years, I’ve lived in a house that feels more like a mausoleum than a home. It’s silent, except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator or the distant sound of traffic on the street outside.
Two years ago, my entire life ended in a single, careless moment: a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road claimed my husband and both my children.
Mark, my husband of 18 years; Emily, my bright, spirited 14-year-old daughter; and Josh, my awkward, sweet 16-year-old son — all gone in…
