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

of my story. Not the important parts anyway.”

He put his arm around my shoulders. “You’re the important part.”

I leaned against him, this man who’d once been a terrified little boy hiding in closets, and felt the weight of fifteen years of love and healing and hard-won peace.

“We did good,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We really did.”

And as we walked continue reading …