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’

face.

“Mom? Mom, what’s wrong?”

I found my voice at last.

“Remission,” I whispered.

Ellis stared at me.

“Say that again.”

“Remission. He’s in remission.”

The station erupted. Reyes shouted something I didn’t catch. Ellis laughed, a broken sound that cracked into tears of his own.

Only then did I see what I’d been doing. No one had ever told me something was continue reading …