My son was 8 the day he huddled with his classmates as gunshots shattered the halls of Sandy Hook School. Five days later, still struggling to fathom it, he admitted to not believing that Mrs. Sherlach, one of his favorite teachers, could be dead. So we brought him to her funeral that night. As we paid our respects, a Connecticut state trooper faced our son and saluted him. “For your bravery,” he said through tears, removing the state trooper pin from his uniform and affixing it to my son’s sweater. Then he knelt down, looked into my son’s eyes and said: “Don’t ever, ever be afraid to cry about this. Even when you’re grown.” Six years on, we still do. We always will. #MomentsThatSurvive