There are these moments that I can't imagine will ever escape me.
The moment of panic.
The moment I saw my son for the first time.
The moment they said, "There's only so much we can do."
The moment I touched him.
The moment I thought I was going to die.
The moment he died.
They revolve in my head almost constantly - a merry-go-round of beauty and suffering.
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