On July 3, 2020, I received the most horrific phone call, a call that no parent wants to receive, a call that changed my life forever.
Earlier that morning, I texted my son Jack to see when he might be coming home from his friend’s house and never heard back.
I went about my morning running errands, unbothered by the fact that Jack hadn’t texted back yet.
Yet, I did text his best friend to see if he spoke to Jack and he responded that he would try to call.
It wasn’t long after that l got the call. I had zero sense of what was to come. Zero.
The caller, Jack’s dad, stammered as he screamed: “He’s gone! Jack didn’t wake up!”
I dropped to my knees and let out the most blood-curdling scream. NO! NO! NO! Absolutely guttural.
Jack went to celebrate …