A year ago, Andy handed me the results from the pathology lab. Results, which were, it turns out, his death sentence. I texted my boss and stayed an extra day and took the kids to the trampoline park and the bird sanctuary and McDonald’s. They went to the doctor. They heard a year, maybe 2.
In the end, it was a shade less than 8 months.
When I got past being angry at the universe, the shock set in. Sometimes I think I’m still shocked.
