And I remembered my son sitting beside me in the car, admitting that he wished his father had taught him more.
I had thought Ethan was simply growing his hair for a friend.
But he had been doing something much bigger.
He had been learning how to love someone without trying to control their life. He had been learning that kindness did not always mean solving a problem. Sometimes it meant helping someone rediscover the things that made them feel like themselves.
And he had been learning that grief didn’t have to disappear before life could continue.
Lily still had cancer. Her journey was not suddenly easy because she had received a wig or discovered a love of sewing. There would be difficult days ahead, appointments, uncertainty, and moments when all of us would wish we could make the world gentler for her.
But she also had a sewing machine, a crooked pocket, a best friend who knew how to make her laugh, and a father who was learning to listen.
