Growing Through Grief
Posted on August 21, 2009 - by Fran Dorf
Around 1:30 in the afternoon, Dec. 7, 1993 – by coincidence, Pearl Harbor Day – I put my three-year-old son, Michael, down for his nap, went to my office, turned on the intercom, and began to work on my third novel. The intercom was silent, and I wrote steadily. Around 4 p.m., mildly concerned that Mikey was sleeping too long, I went to wake him up. I found him in the midst of a silent, deadly seizure. I started to scream, my husband came running, and although we didn’t really know it then, we had arrived with our baggage at […]
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