The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

struggled to form words around the stroke damage. Finally got out three syllables that broke my heart:

“Thank you, Claire-bear.”

My childhood nickname. The one he hadn’t been able to say since the stroke.

I went to him, knelt beside his wheelchair, put my head on his lap like I had when I was small and the world seemed big and scary.

“I’ve got you, Dad,continue reading …