The Ruler From 1990: How My Tough Love Drowned My Son

all night.

And then she said something that punched a hole through my old world.

“Frank,” she said softly. “Your post didn’t just go viral. It went necessary.”

Necessary.

I didn’t know what to do with that word.

Because in my head, “viral” meant silly dances and arguments and strangers yelling.

But “necessary” meant my son’s death might be more than a tragedy.continue reading …