Chris Erskine: What life is like after a year of loss
We're exactly a year removed from our eldest son's sudden death, and if we seem made of Roman concrete, that is a misconception.
We are prone, in this year of loss and repair, to periods of reflection and mourning and stupid forgetfulness.
Bouts of anger, directed at the dogs but often having little to do with the dogs, also surface from time to time. Like, in the middle of our Mardi Gras party, when the 300-pound beagle squatted to empty his
