On December 12, 2013, I was getting into my 99' Honda Accord to drive down the street to pick up 13-year old Ellis from swim practice. As I lowered myself into the car, I took a call from my brother-in-law Joel. It was a very short conversation. “We lost Dad.”

I’ll never forget returning home and walking into the kitchen where the eight of us collapsed on the floor, wedged into the corner of the cabinets, weeping at the…