The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

flashing with defensive anger. “I did what I had to do. Maybe someone else can fix him, because I sure as hell couldn’t.”

There it was—cold, clean, and absolutely final. Her justification laid bare.

I felt something rise inside me that I hadn’t experienced since our mother died ten years ago, when I was twenty-five and Ashley was twenty-three. Back then,continue reading …