Oh my God, Kay. I was thinking of my own boy at 14, how he painted his walls crazy colors, how he blasted music that neither my partner nor I were into, how he smiled so often and told us he loved us, even though we weren’t his blood kin.
I was thinking about how I’d get nervous sometimes when he went out on his own, taking the subway, but how he always came home safe and sound.
And then you socked me with the tragedy of your reality.
I can’t imagine your loss, and I’m so sorry.
I’m happy that you’ve moved on, though, and that you have another wonderful child in your life.