WHEN MY ELDEST SON TURNED 18 not long ago, there was a lot to think about other than baking a cake and choosing a gift.
I also thought of my friend Jessie Simpson, who I met in November, 2018 and had been spending almost every Sunday afternoon with until the pandemic started. It’s impossible not to think of him every time I think of young people starting out in life or graduating, ready for adventures and embracing life.
Jessie was like that just a bit over four years ago before the savage attack with a baseball bat on graduation night, by a man who took out his vigilante-fueled anger on him. That resulted in a catastrophic brain injury, ten months of coma, multiple strokes and seizures, and countless other complications, many still ongoing.