I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

that when I hear his heavy boots creaking on the floorboards, my blood runs cold with terror.

And I don’t tell them the worst truth of all: I miss the coma.

God forgive me, but sometimes I look at the photos I took when he was in the ICU—so peaceful, so beautiful, so still—and I realize that was the last time I loved my son without being terrified of continue reading …