Jeremy would have hated that.
He had loved helping people.
But he had loved Evan more.
Eventually, my son understood that too.
He didn’t stop being generous.
He simply stopped treating every act of kindness like a debt.
He stopped carrying his father’s place in the world like an unpaid bill.
And little by little, he let himself be thirteen again.
That afternoon in the park, I stood beside the trail with my phone raised.
Evan leaned over the handlebars.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
He grinned.
“Go!”
I started the timer.
And my son kept riding forward.
