My 12-Year-Old Son Saved All Summer for a Memorial to His Friend Who Died of Cancer – Then a Fire Destroyed It All
The day everything tilted was a Tuesday in April—too warm for spring, too cold for comfort. Caleb, twelve, usually a tornado of noise, came home from Louis’s funeral and didn’t say a word. No backpack thud, no “I’m starving,” no headset flung to the couch. He walked to his room and closed the door—carefully, like…
