Author: Scott

Before I plunge deeper into the darkness of that drive to Emerson Hospital and the surreal days that followed, I realize that the gravity of that moment cannot be fully appreciated without a glimpse into the shadows that preceded it. The events of September 6, 2024, were not mere flashes…

I was lying in my son’s bed; my hands covering my eyes as tears streamed down my face. Could this really be happening, or was it some terrible nightmare? It was the early evening of Friday, September 6, 2024. My apartment—full of my personal possessions, my sons’ keepsakes, furniture, dishes,…