Last night we learned his condition had progressed far beyond what we knew. It came on aggressively, and there was nothing more we could do. So I let had to him go. It was the toughest decision in my life.
Even at the end, he was brave. He wasn’t comfortable, but he locked eyes with me and made sure I knew he was strong. That’s who he was.
This past month of testing, treatment, and finally saying goodbye wasn’t cheap. And definitely unexpected. I’m not trying to cover everything — just hoping to offset some of the weight.
If you can give anything, thank you. If you can’t, sharing means just as much.
He was loved. He knew it.