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

noble for giving permission.

Some will say I’m cruel.

Some will say I’m already gone.

Mike stands, pacing, hands in his hair.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he says harshly.

I watch him.

I can see the fear under the anger.

Because if he admits there will be an “after,” he has to face it.

He has to imagine waking up without me.

He has to imagine life continuing,continue reading …