We began walking at our local ADA Step Out walk six years ago in support of another family member. Little did we know that two years later we would be walking for our own child.
I can get through the majority of the walk without being emotional, but there is one moment that makes me choke back tears every single time.
I sign three name tags with Q’s name for my husband, son, and I to wear.
The last one I fill out for Q. And it breaks my heart.