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

it hurts, like he’s trying to physically anchor me to this earth. We don’t speak. We ran out of “Stay positive” and “You got this” months ago. Now, there is just the silence of the inevitable.

I rest my head on his chest and think about the iPhone videos hidden in my cloud storage. I record them when the house is empty. “Happy 18th Birthday, Leo.” “Happy continue reading …