A grief therapist told me I should live to honor my son. How would I do that?

After my 22-month-old child died, music and poetry brought catharsis and comfort The day Renzo had his aneurysm, in the afternoon before it happened, I distinctly remember telling him that it was going to be a pleasure to watch him grow up. It seems ridiculous to write that…

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