We Are Totally Fucked, Part 2

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It’s no longer 2022. It is fully 2023. I rang in the new year. We all did. But, as I could have almost predicted, I toasted midnight and the passing of a year…without my son. Without knowing his whereabouts or whether he was safe, warm, dry, sober.

All three kids celebrated a Christmas “back home,” where they grew up, surrounded by their extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. It was the first…