Robert J. Avrech, a Jewish screenwriter, tries to cope with the death of his beloved son Ariel by blogging his way to... what? EmailRobert
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I've been a screenwriter in Hollywood for over twenty years. But the focus of my life is my family: my radiant wife Karen, who I have been in love with since I was ten years old, and my two daughters, who, thankfully, look like Karen. Not too long ago, we had three children. But our son Ariel died at the age of 22 from pulmonary fibrosis. I miss him terribly. I think about him practically every minute of every day. People tell me that time heals, but Karen and I know that is not true. Time grinds away at me doing it's terrible work. Ariel is gone. Yet absence becomes presence.
