August 5th 2012, almost two years ago on a gray, windy day on the shore of Lake Michigan, my dad drowned saving two boys. We were staying at a friend’s lakefront home, celebrating my younger brother’s Little League World Series’ victory when it happened. In an instant, after he had rushed into the water -and rescued the boys, he was swept away by a rip current, and our lives changed forever.
What does it feel like to be only thirteen years old when your dad dies? When you’re hardly even a teenager, with two siblings even younger than yourself and a heartbroken mother? When the road ahead has virtually disappeared?