They say men grieve differently from women. Men don't want to talk about it or think about it. Men want to distract themselves from the situation or they want to fix it. Men don't like to dwell and certainly don't want to cry about it. I've seen you grieve before, but not like this, not for your own son. Most recently for your cousin who lost her baby. Something we both agreed we could never imagine. And now we don't have to imagine. We know. While I know you don't like to talk about it, you do. Almost every night after the kids go to bed, we sit and talk. It's almost always about Colson and about all of the things that have happened to us since Colson. It's hard to sit and talk about all of these bad things, so many bad things, and yet I think it helps us both at the same time. I know you don't like to think about it but I know you do. I see you sometimes, your eyes wander off into space. And I know...