It was about two o’clock in the morning when Jackson woke, found me standing at the window, looking outside and crying.
“Wiley?”
I heard him pad across the floor as he came up behind me. He put his arms around me, nestled his chin on the back of my shoulder.
I said nothing as I wiped at my eyes, feeling embarrassed.
“You got the boo-boos again?” he asked.
“I miss him so much, Jack.”
“I know you do, honey.”
“I don’t know why God took my little boy.”
“Wiley, don’t do this to yourself.”
“If I could just figure out why…what I did wrong…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, and you know it.”
“Mama said God took him because it just wasn’t meant to be.”
“Wiley…”
“She said it was for the best.”
“Wiley…”
“How could my little boy dying be for the best?”
“Stop it, Wiley. Your mom was horri
