My son\u2019s best friend read the eulogy at his funeral in a red dress. I\u2019ve known Wes since he was seven. He lives four houses down. He\u2019s slept in our spare room more times than I could count, and he was at our table three Christmases in a row when things were bad at his house. And when Miles got sick, Wes was there every single day.<\/p>\n
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We found out late. Too late, as it turned out, and the treatment never caught up with it. Fourteen months. Wes sat on that bedroom floor through all of it. He did homework there. He fell asleep there. There were weeks he saw my son more than I did. So when he walked in like that, I didn\u2019t understand. I thought maybe they\u2019d fallen out and nobody had told me\u2026<\/p>\n
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