While sitting on the floor in the Gate room might have been an appropriate place to have the conversation, considering it was exactly where Liam died, I wasn't comfortable talking to my eight-year-old son about the loss of his father in that place.

Forget his sadness. Total selfishness on my part drove me to move with my cheeks wet from my tears. I took his hand in mine, Ethie tucking in against my other side, the two children I'd do anything ...