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

nods like he understands.

Then he says, casually, like he’s commenting on the weather:

“When you go star, Dad can still take me.”

Mike’s face crumples.

I pull Leo into my lap.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Dad will still take you.”

Leo looks at me.

“But you have to tell him how to push me high,” he says.

I laugh, and it hurts.

“Oh, I will,” I whisper. “I will teach him.continue reading …