Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Remembering Our Son
He would have been 26 years old today.
He died six years ago.
That said, my fondest memories don't surround his passing, but rather the profoundness of his life. I certainly embrace and accept all the struggle that was a part of his being, but I also don't let that be the definition of his life either. I simply long to show a greater depth of compassion in any small way, for that is the defining richness of what it means to be human.
Your grateful and loving father.
Posted by Randall Davis at 6:00 AM