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

my own heart, I say the thought that’s been haunting me:

“When I’m gone… you can’t make Leo your whole life.”

Mike’s face tightens.

“Don’t,” he says.

“I’m serious,” I whisper. “He needs you, yes. But he also needs to see you live. He needs to see you laugh again. Date again. Love again.”

Mike looks like he’s going to be sick.

“That’s… that’s disgusting,” continue reading …