“And then she saw the journal I was working on, and she read the last page, and she started crying, and then we started hugging, and then I started crying, and it was this beautiful moment—honestly. I finally—finally—cried.” — Caleb Pinkerton Copy Share Image
“It’s ok, I get it,” I said, offering him the reprieve he needed. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” “Yeah, maybe,” he said and hung… — Caleb Pinkerton Copy Share Image
“And then she saw the journal I was working on, and she read the last page, and she started crying, and then we started… — Caleb Pinkerton Copy Share Image
“And I realized that a death in the family wasn’t permanent—that a new life could replace an old life, and that the world moved… — Caleb Pinkerton Copy Share Image
