The two children quickly discovered that they both loved building things, and before long they were sitting together on the floor creating elaborate train tracks.
Watching them, I realized something.
I couldn’t change the years Jack had lost with his brother.
I couldn’t give him
the chance to know Daniel.
But perhaps I could help ensure that the connection Jack had worked so hard to uncover would not disappear again.
One evening, I visited Jack’s grave with the old photograph of the two brothers.
“You found him,” I whispered.
I placed my hand over my growing belly.
“And now I’ve found him too.”
For the first time in months, I didn’t feel that I needed to know exactly what the future would look like.
The guardianship discussions were still ongoing. Our family was changing,
