Wait for It

Because no one else was as kind or selfless, as giving or as patient, as loving in all the little and the big ways, as he was.

“Of all the houses you could’ve bought, you got the one across the street from me. Of all the sports Josh might have played, it was baseball and I happened to coach his age group. You were meant to be in my life.”

I’d learned years ago that I didn’t have to do things I didn’t want. It was a gift of being an adult, getting to choose what you wanted and didn’t want in life. You just had to see how many choices you had, and if you didn’t have any, then you made some.

“Don’t make her cry again,”

God help me, the tears started up all over again. I loved this kid. I loved him with every single cell in my body.

“I don’t like you crying. Don’t do it anymore.”

“J and Lou wouldn’t leave me.”

That was a lie. Maybe a little. I’d always had problems sharing

“You wouldn’t make it down the block. You love us too much.”

“I’d like to see you try to stop me if I wanted to.”