Carl got a phone call this morning that has sent him into a tailspin.
His mom has throat cancer. They've given her 6 months to a year. (And she's known for a month but hasn't told a soul.)
We knew this was going to happen eventually; parents get sick and/or pass away. We thought we were prepared.
But we aren't.
He wants to be home so bad, but there is nothing he can do. So we wait. We wait for the phone call that tells him to come see his mom one last time. We wait to pack up and drive 13 hours to say our goodbyes.
I wish I could do something - anything - to stop this from happening, but I can't.
A Forced March in the Woods. Part 2
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