A grief therapist told me I should live to honor my son. How would I do that?

A grief therapist told me I should live to honor my son. How would I do that?

After my 22-month-old child died, music and poetry brought catharsis and comfort The day Renzo had his aneurysm, in the afternoon before it happened, I distinctly remember telling him that it was going to be a pleasure to watch him grow up. It seems ridiculous to write that here, the foreshadowing so on the nose as to be unbelievable. But it’s true. To him and my wife Allegra, I said, “I love our little family.” After the struggles around his birth, job loss, the pandemic, it felt, finally, l...

By Matthew Schnipper