I Can’t Stop Thinking About Children Dying

Then again, maybe I shouldn't.

Photo by Ben Wicks on Unsplash

My friend’s son died about a week ago. He was young, just barely a man. We used to live next to them in our old townhouse in Florida, and I met him a few times through my daughter. He helped supervise all the kids who played outside.

“You don’t have to worry,” he told me. I felt comfortable with him watching the…