Evan on his 18th birthday standing next to his baby picture. Evan's death was such a shock that I lost some of my ability to write coherently or read with any focus. I found that listening to podcasts and audiobooks helped me regain some of my focus. More importantly, listening to someone else's voice was a comfort that pulled me out of my own head.  If you want to listen to these posts, visit my podcast Sunlight After Evan at anchor.fm/afterevan . Mothers and fathers writing about the loss of their children seem to open with similar information. You know, the basics: Who was their child? How long has it been since they died? How did they die? How old were they when they left? They seem to use similar language, too. Sprinkled over top of each sentence is sadness, grief, heaviness, pain. I will write all of those same things and in similar ways. For a long while I only wrote for myself, in large part because I felt pressure to make my writings about Evan as unique as ...