Weeks after my 13-year-old son disappeared during a storm at the lake, his teacher handed me a sealed envelope he had written months earlier “just in case.” Inside wasn’t a supernatural message or a mystery about his disappearance—it was a quiet truth about something that had been happening on fishing trips all along, one that forever changed how we understood the tragedy and inspired us to help protect other families.
The hardest part wasn’t the funeral. It wasn’t signing the paperwork. It wasn’t packing away Owen’s soccer cleats or hearing the silence in the hallway where his laughter used to …
Weeks after my 13-year-old son disappeared during a storm at the lake, his teacher handed me a sealed envelope he had written months earlier “just in case.” Inside wasn’t a supernatural message or a mystery about his disappearance—it was a quiet truth about something that had been happening on fishing trips all along, one that forever changed how we understood the tragedy and inspired us to help protect other families. Read More
