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

fireworks.

“Again! Higher!”

I push again, and again, and again.

My arms burn. My lungs tighten. My heart pounds too fast.

But Leo is flying.

For a few seconds, he’s weightless.

And I think, irrationally, stupidly: If I push hard enough, maybe I can push him past this.

Past grief.

Past missing me.

Past the moment he realizes promises aren’t always kept.

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