I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

two years,” he said. “Every week, sometimes twice a week. The costume, the toys, the whole thing. I never told you.”

“Why?”

“Because of something Owen said.” Charlie glanced toward the ward, then back at me. “During one of his treatments — I think it was about eight months in — he told me that the hardest part wasn’t the pain or the medicine or being continue reading …