My 12-Year-Old Son Saved All Summer for a Memorial to His Friend Who Died of Cancer, Then a Fire Destroyed It All
The night my 12-year-old son came home from his best friend’s funeral, the silence in our apartment was deafening. Caleb didn’t drop his backpack like usual, didn’t grumble about homework, didn’t ask for a snack. Instead, he walked straight into his room, closed the door quietly, and didn’t come out for hours. When I finally…