Aleksandar, I am deeply sorry for the loss of your son. I don't believe in fairness anymore, but I do believe in meaning and beauty. I believe your son's life mattered and matters still. I'm so sorry you had to hear him crying, grieving. I'm sorry we couldn't protect them from death. I also remember the sun shining on the summer morning Sam was diagnosed. How I loathed it. I wanted the sky as dark as my reality.

Thank you for writing and for sharing a small portion of your story with me. I will carry it.