My Son Was Killed at Sandy Hook. I Can’t Go Back in Time, But I Can Try to Change the Future

On December 3rd, a [f500link ignore=true]Facebook[/f500link] memory from seven years ago appeared on my timeline. Captioned simply “The boys,” it showed my sons Jake and Dylan playing in our backyard in England, on a surprisingly snowy day.

For most parents, the memory of that photo would be innocuous. But when I saw the photo, I started weeping. Then I shared the photo, with a new caption formed from the only words on my mind: “Seven years ago on a snowy day in England.