I don’t talk about my dead son for sympathy votes or attention.
I don’t talk about him to make you feel awkward.
I want to talk about my son because he was, and always will be, my son.
Parents typically love speaking about their kids. That doesn’t change just because they go up to heaven.
What’s worse is when people try to pretend that my son never lived or died. They don’t ask any questions; they glaze over any mention of him and move onto the next topic.