Life is a fickle friend that in one moment elicits joy, and in another utter dismay. One day you are living your ideal life, three kids, a home in the suburbs and a great job – and in the next instant it all changes. In place of your only son is a void, the embodiment of loss itself. Ironically, it is almost as if that void, the loss itself, becomes a real, tangible entity: the uninvited guest in your life that never gets a hint and refuses to leave. The end result is a changed perspective, framed by a world that has only changed for you and those that knew Rees, yet persisting, unchanged, for everyone else.
The realization that perspective is relative remains forefront in my mind, especially considering recent events in my family’s life. The asterisk in my life* following the loss of Rees fundamentally shifted my … Read More