Like in the nightmare, his mother found him in his bedroom, he whom she bore in her stretched-out body for most of a year. Dead and shattered, just months after his high school graduation from an elite Christian high school. He, brother to three, son to two, indispensable to an innumerable, he who struggled for years with depression no one could fix. He who was loved more than life, he who had more prayers lifted up on his behalf than most sons.
"We did everything right," she says.
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