Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

He was like curling up on the couch with a blanket and stepping into my favorite book.

Being his parent didn’t stop after he died, and it was my job as his mother to protect his memory in the same way I protected him while he was alive.

There had to be a God, because there had to be a heaven. A time when I got to see him again, and he was the one to walk me home.