Last week we lost two boys in a tragic accident. Noah Worthington was a friend of Madison, my youngest daughter. Yesterday Madison and I went to the visitation. She spoke with Noah’s parents. I wanted to speak with them but I could not. I was a mess.
We walked around the room, looking at pictures and videos. Madison talked about Noah and some of their experiences. We stood next to casket and said goodbye. We cried. Together.
Afterward we sat on a bench and shared an ice cream. Together. We talked about death, life, family, friends, and memories. Together. It was a terrible and great evening.
And we did it together.