The kids and I were just finishing up editing a video in my office when Kendra entered to say: "We...need your help."
The cat had gotten into the garage, and knocked over a prized memento. It had fallen onto the concrete floor, the glass had shattered.
Tears were shed — this item had belonged to Ben. It was handmade craft from a community fair last year t…
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