“Good-bye” my three-year-old son told me before going to bed.
“You’re going to bed. Say good-night, not good-bye,” I explained to him.
“But I want to say good-bye tonight,” he said hugging me.
I tucked him into bed, called my husband and told him what Stevie had said.
“Don’t worry about it. He’s just a baby. I’m coming home soon.”
I checked on Stevie. He was sound asleep. John came home and we had a cozy evening.
“Seems from natural causes,” the paramedics told me the next morning when I couldn’t wake up John.