He misses his wife—and always, every day, he misses his son. His son would be forty-eight now. Hard to believe. Twenty-five years of life he didn’t have.

He misses his wife—and always, every day, he misses his son. His son would be forty-eight now. Hard to believe. Twenty-five years of life he didn’t have.
One of the best Christmas dinners I ever had was sharing a turkey sandwich with my wife at her hospital bedside. She was in the intensive care unit. She was alive!