It all started with a little end-of-year tidying up weirdness. I found a small container of Tide and remembered the last time it was used...

"If you ever get the chance to love a person who knows grief, do not let them go."

So what do I have to say, today, on the 5-year anniversary of the death of my firstborn son? I know he's where he was born to go. But, help.