Clint repined for his childhood when Lucy would help him get into his pajamas and then tuck him into bed with a hug and a kiss. She tucked him in every single night until he was 11 or 12, and she stopped only when he refused to let her do it anymore. He ached to go back in time and tell her, 'It’s okay, Mom. I’m not too big yet.' Too, he longed to be a kid again so that his biggest problem would be getting ready for the next exam or sports contest—not death and funerals.

Auteur: William T. Prince