King Kyle Garro went off the cliff on Back Bay Road, and we believed he was lost to us for good.
He had been the heir, and the heart of our club and our family, so part of me seemed to die with him.
Getting through his first birthday without him felt nearly impossible.
I had never dared to hope for what every parent who loses a child dreams of: holding that child again.
Then a man came to my cabin that morning and called me Dad.
