As many of you know, my brother Ken, sister Hallie and I bought a bench at Horseshoe Lake Park in Shaker Heights. We did it for a few reasons. Jacob’s legacy was in how he lived not about his death. We needed a spot to remember and reflect that wasn’t his grave site. Horseshoe Lake...

There it is was staring at me. A black Nike sock. The kind my son always had me buy for him. It may seem mundane, but I felt a rash of emotions. It has been seven months since my son passed away. In some ways it seems like so long ago, yet so close. Seven...