My Son Stayed Silent for Eight Years After His Sister’s Funeral—His First Words on the Anniversary Changed Everything

day of Janice’s funeral.

Not slowly.

Not one word at a time.

I tried everything. Therapy. Art. Music. I read to Jeremy every night.

He simply stopped.

He stood beside me in his little black suit, his hand inside mine, and after that day, nothing.

I tried everything. Therapy. Art. Music. I read to Jeremy every night even when he stared at the ceiling and continue reading …