After I finished, there was quite a long period of silence as I watched a smile spread all the way across Augustus’s face
—not the little crooked smile of the boy trying to be sexy while he stared at me, but his real smile, too big for his face.
“Goddamn,” Augustus said quietly. “Aren’t you something else.”
Neither of us said anything for the rest of Support Group. At the end, we all had to hold hands, and Patrick led us in a prayer.
“Lord Jesus Christ, we are gathered here in Your heart, literally in Your heart, as cancer survivors.
You and You alone know us as we know ourselves. Guide us to life and the Light through our times of trial.
We pray for Isaac’s eyes, for Michael’s and Jamie’s blood, for Augustus’s bones, for Hazel’s lungs, for James’s throat.
We pray that You might heal us and that we might feel Your love, and Your peace, which passes all understanding.
And we remember in our hearts those whom we knew and loved who have gone home to you:
Maria and Kade and Joseph and Haley and Abigail and Angelina and Taylor and Gabriel and...”
It was a long list. The world contains a lot of dead people.
And while Patrick droned on, reading the list from a sheet of paper because it was too long to memorize,
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