I Took My Terminally Ill 10-Year-Old Son to a Football Game as His Final Wish – Then We Appeared on the Stadium’s Big Screen, and the Announcer Said, ‘There’s Something You Don’t Know About This Trip’

yelling.

I was yelling too.

And the game was still happening.

Only after the cheering finally settled did Ethan look down.

“Mom! My player!”

I reached beneath the seat and handed it back.

Ethan snapped it into place.

“Everybody plays,” he said.

Then my Captain turned toward the field again.

So did we.