I Sat in My Son’s Race Car Bed, Counting Every Month I Might Have Left, Whispering Lies About His Wedding, Graduation, and Milestones I’ll Never See, Recording Videos and Digital Memories for Him, Wondering if a Digital Memory for My Son Could Ever Replace the Hug, Warmth, and Presence of a Mother in the Cold Winters Ahead – A Heartbreaking and Emotional Story of Love, Loss, and Desperate Hope

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Part 1: Counting the Days

My name is Emily Harper, I’m thirty-six, and I am perched on the edge of my son Nolan’s race car bed, the cold plastic pressing against my legs. Nolan, eight years old, is asleep, one tiny hand clutching my t-shirt like it’s the only lifeline in his world. The ceiling above him is a galaxy of …

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