But this day was the worst. My son, my firstborn, had been rushed in with a life-threatening illness that brought our world and sanity to a screeching halt…

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But this day was the worst. My son, my firstborn, had been rushed in with a life-threatening illness that brought our world and sanity to a screeching halt…
1996 Frederick, Maryland My oldest son, 3-ish, was finally able to hold a fairly intelligible conversation with adults. It was so cute that he could
Because of those slow, heavy footsteps, his menacing figure, his commanding presence, I always felt comfort. I always felt safe. Because of his existence, I had the unwritten assurance that no harm would befall us. Not, nor EVER on his watch. He would die protecting his family.