Before he lost his ability to speak, one of my son’s favorite questions was, “Mommy, what are you thankful for?” Over the Thanksgiving we spent in the intensive care unit, I continued to answer the question he could no longer ask.
My 5-year-old has become a veteran of the protests I often cover as a journalist, so much so that she has her own explanations. “Did they shoot someone again, Mama?” she asked. “His parents must be very, very sad. It’s like that boy in the pictures in Times Square, remember?”