school pictures I would never see and birthdays I would never clap for and probably a time when you would wonder who is still in your corner. I could not stand the thought of you ever feeling forgotten.”
”So Thomas agreed to send a card each year. The money is small because this was never about the money. It was about remembering.”
A broken sound escaped Adrian.
Half laugh.
Half sob.
I could barely breathe.
There were three more letters, written at different stages of my father’s illness.
In one,
