Stadium Wish

We thought Ethan’s final wish was to see a football game. We were wrong. The football game was only how he got us into the room where he could finally tell us what he actually wanted. By then, our ten-year-old son had spent enough time in hospitals to understand adults better than adults understood themselves. He knew when doctors were choosing their words carefully. He knew when nurses smiled because they were trying not to cry. He knew that when Chris and I said, “We’re okay,” what we usually meant was, “We cannot talk about…