The other night as I was tucking Luke into bed, he said to me...
"Mom, when you die, will you just come back one more time and say goodbye? Will you touch my shoulder or something?"
My heart seriously aches for this boy. Although my health is good now, he still thinks and talks about me dying. I don't think I'll ever have any idea of what goes on inside that handsome little head of his.
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