My son Colin died less than four weeks ago. Actually Colin was my stepson, but we had been in each other’s lives since he was 11, and he introduced me to hospital staff as "my dad"…he was my son. His memorial service is the day after tomorrow.
If you had known Colin, you would remember his charm and good humor. He could light up a room with his presence.
You might also have been exposed to his generosity and compassion.