I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

accident.

I opened my phone.

Not to call Dave.

Not to check the bank account.

Not to look at Tyler’s old photos and torture myself.

I opened the little app where people share their lives like highlight reels.

And I typed.

My thumbs hovered. My heart pounded. My mind screamed, Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

Because I could already hear them.

The comments.

The judgment.continue reading …