Then he began playing.
His voice remained steady.
He sang without stopping, and when he reached the chorus, several audience members quietly joined in.
I cried, naturally.
But Caleb didn’t.
He stood beneath the lights and finished his father’s song.
For the first time in three years, watching my son remember David no longer felt like seeing him disappear into grief.
It felt like watching him find his way back to life.
Do you think Caleb withdrew because he was afraid of forgetting his father, or because remembering him became too painful?
