I\u2019ve always been proud of the kind, compassionate young man my son was becoming. Then, one unexpected phone call made me question everything I thought I knew about him.<\/p>\n
The morning was ordinary, just as I\u2019d started to treasure. I stood at the kitchen sink, watching the September light spill across the counter, and listened to my son rummage through the pantry for the third time in 10 minutes.<\/p>\n
By the age of 39, I had learned that peace is usually quiet and often a gift.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, did you hide the granola bars again?\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron\u2019s voice came from somewhere behind the cereal boxes.<\/p>\n
I had learned that peace is usually quiet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
My son was 17, tall, and has always been one of the kindest people I know.<\/p>\n
He was holding open a plastic bag as if he were packing for a trip.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re on the second shelf, where they always are,\u201d I said. \u201cWho eats four granola bars?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily likes the chocolate ones. The hospital food is awful,\u201d Aaron said casually, the way other kids might mention a coffee run.<\/p>\n
\nHe was holding open a plastic bag.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
I dried my hands and watched him pack the bag with the same careful attention he\u2019d once applied to his Lego sets.<\/p>\n
Aaron had always been like that. Good grades, no trouble, the kind of boy who notices when a kid sits alone at lunch, and the type who steps in when someone else is hurting.<\/p>\n
When my son started dating Lily a year ago, I called Diane that same night, feeling giddy.<\/p>\n
Diane has been one of my closest friends for over a decade. Our children, well, her daughter and my son, had practically grown up together.<\/p>\n
\nAaron had always been like that.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
The first time Aaron held Lily\u2019s hand at a backyard barbecue last summer, Diane and I pretended not to notice and then laughed and squealed about it like schoolgirls for an hour in the kitchen!<\/p>\n
We were both thrilled! Our children were good together, and it was obvious how much they cared about each other.<\/p>\n
Then everything changed.<\/p>\n
Four months ago, my son\u2019s girlfriend was diagnosed with cancer.<\/p>\n
\nDiane and I pretended not to notice.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
***<\/p>\n
One day, Lily and Aaron were arguing about prom themes, talking about college plans and weekend dates, and the next, she was spending her time in hospitals and treatment rooms. Most days, Lily could be found sitting in a treatment chair with a port in her chest.<\/p>\n
It was devastating news for everyone, but especially for my son. I could see how much it hurt him to watch someone he loved go through something he couldn\u2019t fix.<\/p>\n
Still, he never pulled away.<\/p>\n
\nOne day, Lily and Aaron were arguing.<\/p>\n
Aaron visited his girlfriend every day he could, brought her favorite snacks, helped her with schoolwork, watched bad movies with her, and spent countless hours by her side until she fell asleep.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going again today?\u201d I asked, although I already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s having a rough week,\u201d my son said, zipping the bag. \u201cI told her I\u2019d be there by four.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded and reached for my coffee.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou\u2019re going again today?\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cTell Diane I said hi. I texted her yesterday, and she barely wrote back,\u201d I told my son.<\/p>\n
Aaron paused, just for a second.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cShe\u2019s tired, Mom.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cI know, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
But I\u2019d noticed.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
My best friend\u2019s replies had been shrinking for weeks. A thumbs-up where there used<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n
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