I may not be able to brag about his achievements the way I used to when he was a hockey star; I may hear whispers everywhere I go from now on. I may have pictured a future for him that involved college, a job that brought out his artist’s eye, a woman he couldn’t live without, a house full of children. But just the fact that the arc of Asher’s life may turn in a different direction doesn’t mean I will stop loving him.
