I SENT MY SON’S ASHES TO SPACE
May 07, 2020
3 minutes
As told to Beth Young
Dancing through the kitchen as I unpacked the groceries, my teenage son CJ cheekily bumped my hip with his.
Flashing me his trademark goofy grin, he boogied back out the door, belting out a tune as he went.
It was a memory I held onto, trying to savour every detail. Because now, the house I shared with my husband, John, and CJ’s younger brother, Connor, 19, was much quieter.
After missing out on a job he wanted in the Air Force, and being honourably
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