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

“But not today. And not because you did anything wrong. Never because of you.”

Leo’s eyes fill with tears instantly.

He’s five. He doesn’t have the armor adults have.

His grief is raw and immediate.

“I don’t want you to go,” he says, voice breaking.

I stand up so fast the chair scrapes.

I go to him, drop to my knees, and pull him into my arms.

“I don’t want continue reading …