Know what I want to do? I want to run up there, into the nursery where they are sleeping so soundly, so quietly, and I want to take them someplace that isn’t real. Somewhere where nothing bad can ever happen. Where we have some control over the outcome. Someplace deep in the heart of my imagination where we all live forever and we never get sick and we never die. I want to inhale my children like air, over and over and over and exhale them out over the world where they can be everywhere, anywhere all at once. I want to be with them forever. I want to sustain some sort of belief that that can happen. I want to knock this terror right on its ass, stare it down and tell it to fuck off. It can’t have me. It can’t have them. It can’t have you. None of us are leaving. Ever.