He gripped me tight, and it was exactly what I’d needed seven years earlier when I’d stood with my dad and watched my son’s small casket being lowered into the ground. And I’d never, ever forget the feeling of helplessness as I stood there wondering why a sweet little boy had been taken from the world too soon and robbed of the love that I had for him. But more than anything that day I’d cried for Ryan and the choice he made and the fact that he’d never know his son. Tyler was the most amazing little boy. He was sweet and caring and always smiling. I knew Ryan would have loved him if he’d taken the chance to know him, but he’d never wanted that. And because of that decision, he’d missed out. And just like it had that day, my heart broke for him all over again. “Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said then, pulling me out of my memories and back into the present where Anthony the plumber was watching me cry against Ryan’s chest.
