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

stars on his ceiling.

I think about the woman at the park.

I think about choosing love, not fear.

I nod slowly.

“Someday,” I whisper. “And when you miss me… you can talk to the stars. And you can talk to Dad. And you can talk to me in your head. I’ll be there.”

Leo looks scared.

“But I can’t hug a star,” he whispers.

I close my eyes.

“No,” I admit. “You can’t.continue reading …