June 15, 1986—Fathers Day—my teenage son, Ted, had been killed by a reckless driver. Nothing had given me a moments peace since. Not my wife, Niki, who was lost in her own grief, not my work, not even my faith. Everything Id spent my life doing just plain stopped making sense. I escaped into the everglades with my camera. guideposts.org/personal-growth/spiritual-growth-photographer-clyde-butcher-heals-his-grief?page=0,0
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