“The cardiologist cleared him for competitive youth soccer next season.

His heart function is completely, entirely normal.” Then she slid a printed page onto my lap, renderings of bright sunlit rooms and family suites and a playground courtyard.

“The board approved it this morning,” she said.

“The third Pendelton Pediatric Wing opens in Chicago next spring.

Sixty beds, dedicated to low-income families who need specialized care for their children’s hearts.” I looked at the drawings and felt Arthur’s presence as surely as if he were on the bench between us.

“He would be so proud of this,” I whispered.