My 17-year-old son shaved his head for his sick girlfriend – the next day, her mother said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”

tried to be brave about it, everyone could see how much it affected her.

I was still processing the change and how much it affected Diane and her daughter when something else changed.

One evening, I was folding laundry in the living room when I heard Aaron’s footsteps on the stairs. Something about the rhythm felt different: slower and deliberate. I continue reading …