Life was good and my family was abundantly blessed. I noticed that my son, Steven, was sitting on the back patio under the cover. I decided to take a breather and visit with him since I had not seen him in a while. Steven was in college and a scarcity around the house. I saw a worried look on his face as I approached and knew, at that moment, something was amiss.
Read how after chemo, Steven and his brother decided that they wanted to attend the police academy and follow in Larry’s footsteps, and then Steven’s note he wrote before he went into a coma.