Every parent's nightmare

One morning, your kid leaves home, never to return. This recently happened to one of my therapy coworkers from Saintarama. We also know Marci and her kids, since Bubba is in school with them.

It was hard. We squeezed each other tight and prayed at the memorial. Bubba and the kids went off to look at the many pictures of their dear, departed brother and look at some of his stuff, which was also on display.

A life just begun as an adult was extinguished early one morning on the road.

Hug your kids today and everyday. I know I will.

More to come...