I never thought I’d become the father who waited by the window, phone in hand, heart pounding for a call that never came. My son, once the center of our universe, became a stranger in his own home, and the joy that once filled our house turned to a silence so heavy it hurt. People say you can’t lose your child while he’s alive, but I know now that you can lose him every day, piece by piece, to something you can’t see or fix.