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Who knew a trip to the barber could be so hard? I live in a wonderful town and my husband had been taking our 11 year old to the local barbershop for years. My son Collin had been putting off the trip, saying he wanted to go, but he wasn't ready. Yesterday, we went together.

It's one of many "firsts" he and I have had to navigate together, but this one hurt in a different way. He wanted to go, but I could tell by the look on his eyes as the dads brought their sons that it just reminded him of the fact that he lost his beloved father. We locked eyes more than once. My heart broke for him. We got through it, as we will with many "firsts" but it was one of those moments where I cracked on the inside while being brave on the outside.

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Comment by Mac on July 13, 2014 at 6:37pm


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