The night Charles died, we had to call our loved ones and share the tragic news. The last one we called was Richard, our oldest son. We knew he stayed up later than both of our parents (Charles’ grandparents) whom we started calling at 9:30pm.
Prior to that, we just couldn’t even talk, walk straight or comprehend. We found out about 8pm and I had to tell his girlfriend first which was a heart-breaking, gut-wrenching call as yet another person felt the stab of that loss and the guilt that often follows a … Read more...