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

front of me, pressing his forehead to mine.

“I hate this,” he whispers.

“I do too,” I whisper back.

For a long time, we just breathe.

Two people trying to stay afloat in a storm.

Two days later, Leo forces me to play “wedding” in the living room.

He puts a towel on my head like a veil. He wears Mike’s tie like a superhero cape. He declares his stuffed bear continue reading …