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

this?”

I stare at Leo climbing again, fearless.

“I don’t know,” I admit, and the admission feels like failure.

Because mothers are supposed to know.

We’re supposed to have answers.

We’re supposed to be stable ground.

But my ground is cracking.

A woman sits on the bench on the other side of us. She’s older—maybe late sixties—with a scarf tied around her neck continue reading …