Imagine how your mom felt. Your dad was the love of her life.

But I didn’t get it then. I’m so mad at myself. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t just tell her? That I didn’t have the capacity to ask her for anything.

I pat the brand new twenty-seven inch Macintosh computers Mr. Foley brought us. ‘These boxes alone should make both of us scream like it’s Christmas morning! Snap out of it. Santa came! Now we get...