Selfish me would give the world to have him back in his hospital bed, touching me with his one good hand, talking with me on the alphabet board. But, in seconds I know, that I would never ever want him to suffer again like that…He did more than his share. He is now on his next journey. I am stuck with the severe pain of such terrible loss. My task, like all of us, is to play the hand we have been dealt, the best we can. Shitty is right.
So at my ripe old age, I am raising my three young grands..with my son on the street shooting Heroin. This aged grandmother advocates in the school for the boys with AD/HD and takes tons of naps while they are at school. When I am stronger…God knows when, I will visit again the ALS clinic.
Sending love to you. Admiring your gift from God of articulation and sharing. xxxooo