I flew to Alaska unannounced and found my daughter slowly slipping away in a silent hospice room, while the man who had once vowed to stand by her side was celebrating his honeymoon beneath the bright Bahamian sun. By the time morning broke, the comfortable future he thought was guaranteed had already started collapsing.

Brooks, I’m very sorry. Lily was admitted to our end-of-life care unit three weeks ago. Her condition has worsened over the last two days. She was lucid for a short period this afternoon and asked me to call you. She had your number saved as ‘Mom, Emergency.’ I think you need to come as soon as possible.”

Three weeks.

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