Just finished 'A Heart That Works' by Rob Delaney. What a remarkable book. A testament to the love of a father for his son. Beautifully, honestly written. By parts funny and desperately moving as we struggle through the worst of times, and the ongoing, never-ending desire to hold Henry once again, to stroke his hair, to kiss and cuddle him, to tend to him, to read him a bedtime story, to see him dancing with his mother, to watch as he plays with his brothers.
Even having read about it, I just can't imagine.
'I can offer you no consolation, my friend. Your disaster is irreparable.'