Noah’s best friend’s father died today. He leaves behind a wife, an 8-y-o son and a 3-y-o daughter. I hardly knew what to say to Noah to prepare him after his best friend called and cried on the phone, “Please come over. I need you.” Doug is being useful right now, telling neighbors and arranging for everyone to send food over to the family. I’m just sitting here crying.

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