They're graduating. All those Seniors. The ones that grew up together. The ones that gathered at the grave of a 17 year old. Their friend. They're moving on. Commencement. Some to careers. Some to more schooling. But they're moving on. And our son is not. His life; gone. In a moment. This time, a reminder of that ceasing. I feel the pull of the despair. I sense the ache below the surface. Yet. The Facebook posts of gatherings and graduations also spark deep love. An excitement for these young people. We raise our children with the hope that they will become ... View Post