Next Tuesday will be three years since our special-needs son Peter, whose story is told in my memoir He Made Us Better: A Story of Faith, Family, Friends (and Football), passed away. I’m no expert on the grief process, but I’ve learned that there’s something very different about losing a child at 39, rather than an older friend or relative at 89. Most days I think I do pretty well, and am blessed with a wealth of great memories……
Hey Pete, With your birthday coming up Monday, I just felt like sending you an email. Don’t know what your address is up there, but hope this finds its way to you. To say that Mom and I and everyone else miss you would be a colossal understatement. I’d give anything to hear your van pull into the garage after work, hear your wheelchair come up the ramp and into the door, and ask you what sports news you’d heard…..