John took the gun and put it into his mouth, but couldn’t pull the trigger.
He never thought it would happen, but it did. The cancer had taken over his heart.
All he wanted was to be with his son, share an ice-cream cone, or just tell him he loved him.
He remembered that death was coming and no one knew when. He couldn’t bear to watch his body grow thin, his eyes sink in, and his skin turn gray.
What would be left after he was gone?
“It’s okay, dad,” his son said. “It’s going to be okay.”