he was.
You two need each other. I can see it so clearly I don’t know how you’ll miss it. Two mothers, each with one child, each alone, connected forever by a single heart.
And Lily, Mom. Lily is going to be walking around with my heart in her chest for the rest of her life — hopefully a long, long one, the one she never thought she’d get. My heart. Beating. In the world. After I’m gone.
You can put your hand on her chest, Mom, whenever you miss me, and feel me still here. I’ll still be here. Not the way either of us wanted, but here. My heart doesn’t stop just because the rest of me does. It just moves into someone who deserves it, someone I love, someone who can give you a reason to keep going when I can’t be your reason anymore.
I’m not leaving
