When my wife saw the scarves she had lovingly knitted for our son on a scarecrow in his yard, her heartbreak was palpable. I knew I couldn’t just let it go, so I came up with a plan that would turn this painful moment into something meaningful for all of us.
It was a calm, sunny day in the neighborhood. My wife, Lauren, and I were taking our usual walk, holding hands and talking about nothing in particular. The sun was warm on our backs, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass. We were happy, content. But that changed when we passed our son’s house.
A happy elderly couple walking | Source: Midjourney
She stopped so suddenly that I nearly stumbled. I followed her gaze and saw it: a scarecrow standing awkwardly in their yard. It wasn’t the scarecrow itself that made her stop. It was the scarves …
