It’s late February. It’s inevitable. Everything affects me more deeply. I find myself being more melancholy, my grief is more intense, disabling, confusing and all-consuming. My son Alex should be 23 years old in a few days. I didn’t just lose a baby these many years ago, I lost a lifetime of memories with someone that I loved before we ever met. Some of the hardest losses we experience as human beings are those involving children. They go against nature.Read More →