A time for adjusting a life of daditude

It doesn’t get any easier, the death of a child.
All of us can imagine that is the case. Some have to know it.
The great scribe of suburban America, of himself, of his nearest and dearest, Los Angeles Times columnist Chris Erskine, and his wife, known to readers as Posh, have in recent weeks lived through the death of their oldest son, Christopher, 32.
There are other suberb chroniclers of our time who would not — or would not have to — write about that. They would be entirely