After little Ted drowned, the Wesenberg home turned cold. Paul and Linda fought constantly, blaming each other. But in their grief, they forgot one thing: their son Clark was still there—hurting too.
No hugs. No warmth. Just shouting and silence.
One night, Clark broke.
“I hate you both! I’m going to be with Ted—he’s the only one who loved me!”
He ran to the cemetery with dahlias from their garden, crying at his brother’s grave, pouring out everything—his loneliness, the arguments, the way no one saw him anymore.
That’s when hooded teens surrounded him.
But before they could scare him, a voice boomed: “Back off! Not in my graveyard!”
Mr. Bowen, the old caretaker, scared them away and took Clark in. Over cocoa, Clark told him everything.
Meanwhile, Paul and Linda panicked. Realizing he was gone, they raced to the cemetery, found the teens, and finally, Clark—with Mr. Bowen.
Outside the cottage, they overheard their son’s pain and broke down.
Mr. Bowen, who’d lost his own family, told Clark, “They still love you. Grief just made them forget how to show it.”
The family reunited that night—hugging, crying, healing.
And slowly, love returned to a home once filled with loss.
