–Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son
Let me tell you a story. I’ll make it quick so I can get back to fantasy football.
Vincent was our son. He was astonishingly cute and we loved him accordingly. Then he got cancer. Then he died. Then we cried, buried him, and cried some more. Then we started missing him incessantly.
Then my wife and I started writing introspective, blubbery blog posts about him. It didn’t do much to ease the pain, but a few kind people started reading them anyway. Then the topic got really old so I ran out of things to say (until next time).
We still miss you, Vin.
[photo by Luminosity]