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’

therapist kept reminding him not to rush.

Nick only shrugged every time.

“I’m practicing,” he’d say. “Firefighters don’t quit because their legs hurt.”

Something had been bothering me for days. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

They knew something.

Dr. Alvarez’s assistant had asked twice whether my phone number was still the same. Marissa had checked continue reading …