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

yellow.

He looks up at me, serious.

“This is you later,” he says matter-of-factly.

My throat tightens.

He points at the star.

“And this is you now,” he adds, pointing at my stick figure.

Then he draws a line connecting the star to the stick figure like a string.

“A leash,” he says, satisfied. “So you don’t get lost.”

I laugh through tears because of course continue reading …