Last week, after Ethan went with the angels, Erik, his dad, was telling me about him. Erik said that conversations with Ethan were great. He told me how Ethan was kind, smart, and funny. How much he liked music. How he’d start each day dancing away with the nurses in CICU.
It’s no surprise that Erik said Ethan was his best friend.
Mothers, they’re rarely shy of telling us, bond with their children in the womb. Perhaps I’m alone in this one, but when Ari came out, I looked at him and thought, “Whose kid is that?”