A friend’s text came through last night as I was lying in bed, casually reading FB updates in the dark.
David’s high school classmate’s 16-year old Son had drown earlier in the day.
I called down the hall to Chapin’s room.
In the dark, we processed the text, and recalled one of Chapin’s best friend’s suddenly losing his Dad a month ago.
It reinforced the point of not missing a day saying, “I love you” (not the first thing a 12-year old embraces).
So glad just a few hours prior I hit the accept button.
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