I took my 7-year-old son, who has Down syndrome and is battling leukemia, to see the ocean, because that was his greatest – and perhaps LAST – wish… But that evening, the hotel manager knocked on our door and said: “There is something about this trip that you do not know.”

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One afternoon, his doctor asked me to come to the practice alone.

As soon as I saw his face, I understood.

‘Sarah,’ he said softly, ‘the treatment isn’t working as well as we had hoped.’

My hands are cold.

He explained that Liam’s condition was deteriorating further and that the doctors had no more options.

‘How much longer?’ I whispered.

He could not give a precise answer.

But I understood enough.

From that day on, I stopped thinking about next year.

I started thinking about memories.

The only one who never left us alone was my father, Thomas .

Liam loved his grandfather.

When he had to stay in the hospital, Thomas would sit next to him and read him stories about ships, dolphins, pirates, and oceans that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

One evening, Liam asked him:

“Grandpa… is the ocean really infinite?”