“The miracle isn’t only what happens after we die — it’s how we choose to live after we return.” It was one of those glorious late-summer evenings. The sun was setting, pouring golden light across the front yard as my husband, Rob, our 12-year-old son, and I arrived at my in-laws’ house for dinner. The smell greeted us before we even reached the door. My brother-in-law, David, was at the grill — he had ordered bougie steaks by mail and was tending to them as if they were newborn children.