My grandson refused to get in his mother’s car. Then he whispered, ‘Pop… Mom gives me gummies every night.’ Two days later, the pediatrician tapped one line in his blood work, and my son went white.
The morning my grandson refused to get into his mother’s car, I almost let myself miss what was right in front of me. I was standing at the kitchen window with a mug of coffee warming my hands, looking out over the driveway the way I always did on handoff days. The March light was…
