Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

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

So sweet

“He’d get so excited, and I didn’t see what the big deal was. Everyone else was the same way. It was like overnight everyone got girl crazy, and I didn’t. Honestly, for a while, I thought I might be gay. God, I wish I was gay ...” I did too.

Damn that’s tough

It was too painful listening to him select the songs he thought would be most appropriate to die to. How could he think about the music to accompany the moment? We were supposed to be planning the music for his high school graduation. The food we’d prepare. The guests we’d invite. Not this.

Wow. So sad... So true

And then it dawned on me like I’d been stunned with a Taser gun. His excitement and zest for life weren’t about being out of the hospital and feeling good again. He was happy because his fight was almost over. He was going to die soon and he couldn’t wait. He acted like he did as a kid during the last two weeks leading up to Christmas when he counted every day and marked them off the calendar until the night Santa would arrive and deliver his presents under the tree.

WOw well this is a new perspecgive that ive never thought about. Im feeling shocked.

She seemed more and more like herself every day, but her eyes bore the weight of his ghost.

Heavy feeling in my chest