I brush my other hand against his cheek. I’ve walked him through every important milestone since he was born, from teaching him how to tie his shoes to driving a car and filling out college applications. But I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not strong enough. My eyes rise to meet his in the photo; they sear into my soul. What if he’s hanging on for me? “You don’t have to stay any longer.” Grief thickens the sound of my voice. “I’m going to be okay,” I assure him even though I don’t know how I’ll live life without him. “I love you so much, Jacob.” Deep sobs overtake me, and it takes time for
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