Our Family Photo Without You

When I finally understood that Lorenzo Moretti would never let go of Gianna Bellandi, I didn't cry or rage. I didn't ask him one more time which of us he actually loved.

I simply began teaching our seven-year-old son to call him something new.

From "Papà" to "Uncle Lorenzo."

The first time was when our son was hospitalized with acute gastroenteritis.

The little thing was burning hot all over, an IV needle taped into the back of his hand, the pain shaking tears loose one by one.

Lorenzo hadn't been at the bedside ten minutes before Gianna's call came through.