I Promised My Son Forever—Then Cancer Made Me Count the Months

after crying themselves empty.

Like grief is a wave that passes through them and then—poof—they’re back to wanting waffles.

He eats breakfast, then pulls out crayons.

He draws a picture of our family.

Three stick figures.

Mike is tall. Leo is small. I am in the middle.

Leo draws my beanie carefully.

Then he draws a big circle above us.

A star.

He colors it continue reading …