A Heart That Works

by Rob Delaney

I don’t forget. I don’t hanker for much about Victorian times, but the idea of wearing all black following the death of someone you love makes a lot of sense to me. For a while, anyway, I’d have liked you to know, even from across the street or through a telescope, that I am grieving.

I knew I could revel in present moments as they came, but with everything we’d been through, I also knew I couldn’t count on a bright future.

The point is, if you’re going to get leukemia in America, my advice is to wait until you’re elderly and have served in the military.

I’m not exactly in the sunset of my life, but I have definitely eaten lunch.

Not only would I die, but my kids could die, and the order in which it happened was not up to me.