ABSTRACT

A t some point we a l l contemplate our own mortal i ty, but I never expected to be confronted w i t h the morta l i ty o fmy own child. When my 19-year-old son died i n a car accident, my sunny wor ld was shrouded i n darkness. Despite the chaos of emotions, I managed to get through the next few days as i f i n a trance, doggedly plodding along beside my wife as we took care of funeral arrangements and then endured the funeral itself. I t was good to have family and friends there, embracing us and offering their love and sympathy, but the reason for their presence was ly ing i n a coffin at the front of the room, and that took precedence over everything else.