The Boy Who Turned Grief Into Light The night my 12-year-old son came home from his best friend’s funeral, he didn’t say a single word.He just sat on the floor, clutching a worn-out baseball glove like it was the only thing holding him together.I didn’t know then that his grief would turn into a mission — a mission that would change lives. I still remember the day everything shifted.It was a gray Tuesday in April — too warm for spring, too cold for comfort. Normally, Caleb would burst through the

That evening started like any other. I had no idea it would turn my entire world upside down. When my best friend Kelly asked me to babysit her 8-year-old son, Thomas, I was thrilled. My husband, Ryan, and I had been talking about starting a family, and I thought this would be good practice. Kelly was only 24 but had been through a lot. She’d gotten pregnant at sixteen, moved to another state, and raised Thomas completely on her own. She’d faced gossip, judgment, and struggle—but she built a beautiful