I never thought I’d survive this long without him here. It took such a physical toll on me, along with the emotional and spiritual devastation. I just didn’t think my heart would beat much longer.
But here I am…1000 days after watching my son struggle and die right in front of me while I weeped and begged him to stay. 1000 days. Thousands of tears. Thousands of conversations with God about this whole thing. Thousands of heartbeats and breaths continued, in spite of his ending.
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