It’s been 1,000 days since I lost my son Max to cancer. If you had told me back then that I would make it, I wouldn’t have been able to see how.
My heart has broken 1,000 times. I’ve cried 1,000-plus tears.
But today I think of all the other thousands of days that live on in my mind. The many days when he was a child that we played together in the park, or Legos, or with toys. The numerous times we laughed at movies, at Saturday Night Live, at the antics of our cat Toonces, or the many dogs that paraded through our lives.
Day 1,000 means all of us who love Max have a thousand memories. We are sad there are not more, but we cherish the many reminisces we have. Best of all, Max bestowed us thousands of kindnesses.
Right after he passed away, I heard so many stories of how he helped others, with videogame projects, personal problems, studies, friendship, and his warm, good nature. Just last week I heard from a new-to-me person acquainted with Max who told me of a story of how Max helped him.
This makes me happy. In Max’s 22 short years, he bestowed at least a thousand kindnesses. Those kindnesses have inspired others to reach out and help other people. And as those he helped grow older, something Max inspired in them will help them remember to give more kindnesses, helping others. And on and on.
Love never dies. And his bright spirit was a great inspiration that lives on for all who knew him.