My Dying Son’s Final Wish Was to Meet His Favorite Firefighters – But When We Arrived, the Captain Removed His Helmet and Said, ‘Ma’am, Before Your Son Comes Inside, There’s Something You Need to Know’

gently.

“I haven’t.”

She sat down beside me and pressed a paper cup of coffee into my hand. I didn’t ask for it. I noticed that.

“Listen,” she said, “we have something planned for Nick. A surprise. The local fire station heard about him. They want him to come, once he’s had a little time to recover. The captain reached out himself.”

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