My stomach ached so much that I doubled over in pain. It couldn’t be true. He was only forty-one year’s old with two beautiful children. Little did I know then what the next three months would be like: CT scans, MRIs, liver biopsies, chemo, vomiting, fatigue, feeding tubes.
He fought this devil with everything he had. I told him there was no way he could die before me. This was every parent’s nightmare. So when the fight was over, I had the urn engraved: “If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.”