The day my 18 year old grandson was killed in a car accident in pouring rain, ten days before Christmas 2016 was the worst day of my life. My son called on his day off, which was unusual, and I said, “what’s up?”
He said in a hoarse voice that alerted me immediately that something was wrong, “M O OOM?”
I said, “What’s wrong?” He said “Joe and Jude were both killed in a car accident,” and I…
