We went into the closet. It was pretty fucking awful. We laid down on the floor together, since that was always what he wanted most. For someone to come and hold him. So I did. I think as long as I live, I won’t ever feel as useful as I did at that moment. Like I was born so I could hold him in that awful place and make it all a little better. And I did. We stayed there until he felt ready to go.
