Aug 31, 2013 This Boy
Aug 31, 2013
Here’s where I really start to freak out. That boy. That beautiful, bright and shiny boy is the one that is dying. The boy I am caring for now is nothing like him. Except for the sweetness. And the love. And the hugs. I am grieving for a child who is standing right before me. I miss him, yet he is still here. I cannot wrap my mind around it. So I immerse myself in caring for the sick boy. I love him with everything I’ve got. I focus on guiding my other children through this pain and I hope there’s another side.