A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“Can he come again?”
“I hope so.
The adults are arranging it.”
She nodded.
I wanted to take her question as approval for every plan I might make.
I did not.
Enjoying an afternoon with a boy did not mean a four-year-old understood a permanent change to her home.
Sadie’s needs had to remain part of the discussions, not something I assumed would adapt because she was affectionate.