My 12-Year-Old Son Saved All Summer for a Memorial to His Friend Who Died of Cancer – Then a Fire Destroyed It All
The night my 12-year-old son came home from his best friend’s funeral, he didn’t speak a word. He just sat on the floor, clutching a worn baseball glove like it was the only thing holding him together. I had no idea that grief would become a mission… and that mission would change lives. …