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Max, at this point, had left New Haven, and was shuttling between his mother’s home in Los Angeles and treatments in New York at Memorial Sloan Kettering.

Summers often have me visiting my in-laws in Los Angeles. On my family trip to California that summer, we all went to have sushi in the Valley. My husband, Tony; my three kids; Max; and me. Max joked that the only way to get him to drive to the Valley was to see my family.

My oldest daughter, Anna, who was about seven at the time, adored Max. Children were drawn to Max because he was playful and empathetic, and didn’t care about grown-up social mores.

At lunch, Max looked very skinny. Frightened. We did not go to a Ferris wheel. It seemed like too much.

I remember that summer my twins were three years old. It was the summer they learned to swim.