ABSTRACT
“There was nothing I could do.” Sometimes the pronoun changed to we or he or she, but this refrain of helplessness haunted me. I had to believe there was something I could do. Even though Jason was dead, there had to be something I could do for him, the way I had always tried to do things for him when he was alive. I didn’t know what I should do yet, but I would do it as soon as I knew what it was. Jan and I decided to contribute the money we would have spent on Jason’s college expenses to his scholarship fund. We met with a woman from the foundation receiving contributions to tell her how much money we could contribute each year and to ask about the amount required before the fund could actually award scholarships.
