My son is not a worst-case-scenario. He’s the realest human being I’ve ever met.
The entire process seems to go from selfless to self-serving with the click of an iPhone video.
The symbolism was shockingly on point. It was as if someone was writing this out for me to read, rather than to live.
This is the exact format of nearly every call. It must be in a handbook.
I know that it’s easy to eyeroll when you read someone says that they were “inspired” by their child’s “courage”. But let’s get serious here for a second…
I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.
Every diagnosis doesn’t require grief-stricken language.
The responsibility I feel has more to do with me than it does with him.
After some very awkward apologies, we took part in an even more awkward hour of singing.
This hefty little guy, out of nowhere, launched himself into the air sideways like a shortstop gliding through space…