That was incredibly moving and raw. It can be hard for people to read accounts like this because they conjure so many of our own painful emotions. We start to read and we get scared and bail.

It is brave to write and brave to read.

What a beautiful story and your care for Max is threaded lovingly through your words. The way you tie it to your mother at the end is moving as well. And it's complex, too. The way you describe your feelings about your dad in Max’s last moments bring that complexity into focus.

Having read this piece makes your comment on my story about love all the more valuable and precious. How could we call love “selfish” when this kind of bond exists in the world?

Touche’. Thank you for sharing.

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com