My heart shattered into tiny pieces when Sully said, “You have a good, long life, Sam.” Because even though Sully was hurt, was absolutely destroyed, he was willing to let Sam make choices without him in them, and that was both heart-breaking and beautiful.
And then I started thinking more, and someone came along and stomped on the shattered pieces of my heart when this came to me: He tried to, Sully. You told him he could make his own choices, and he did. He was amazing. He was smart. He went to Stanford. But he got stabbed through the spine when he was around 23.
But it’s okay. He got better. I’ll just be over in this dark corner rocking and sobbing.