A few weeks ago I took some family photos in a nearby forest. We brought our favorite painting of Mitch so we could include him. My wife sat reverently on a fallen log and looked at her son. Suddenly my mind was flooded with images of her holding our boy as he suffered. I was reminded that all that’s left are the memories we made and love in our hearts.

It wasn't a sad moment. Only a sober one. 

I will always consider the empty space between this mother and son hallowed ground.