Fifty-One Hours
I did not get to ask Dr.
Ubaldi the question everybody asks.
I did not get to sit with it for two hours and come back and say yes with my husband holding my hand.
I did not get to be a person who had been asked.
I did not put my hand on my son while he was alive.
I did not hold him for two hours and twelve minutes on the evening of the fourth of March.
Every single one of those was available.