shhh He is sleeping. Arm curled around his dog. Cat cuddled up on the other side. Gentle slumber, and for once, a night without bad dreams. How do I know? when he sleeps, I am awake. I know when he has a bad dream. It is as much a part of him as air. If he has no bad dreams by this time of the night, he won’t have bad dreams at all. Not sure why it is. Rest easy my son, tomorrow will be a good day. Tweet #fighting4answrs
One of the things that I struggle with, indeed I struggle daily, is keeping up with my own health while caring for my family. Mostly caring for David, because much as it pains me, the other kids pretty much have things covered unless they need something. No longer am I the dad who gets things done. Now, I am the dad that takes care of David. There it is in its simplest form. I am the Dad who takes care of David. I am also the Dad who readily admits when he is struggling with a health issue. See, I have Systemic Lupus among other things. I have to watch out for my health, if I don’t I won’t be here to look out for and take care of David. So then the question becomes, what happens after David leaves home? Can I get my health back? Some days, I
I have received flack about my writing. From many sources. Why? Because I am causing my son a lifetime of pain and misery by writing about his situation. Really? Do you think that I have not struggled with what I put out here? I mean seriously. If the worst thing I wrote about was the fact that he had two bowls of cereal at breakfast without permission, you would think that I had a pretty great kid. Wouldn’t you? Heck , I wouldn’t feel the need to write about that, because I would have a pretty great kid. In seriousness, There are days when I don’t write anything. Believe me when I say it isn’t because nothing happened that day. If I wrote about 25 percent of the things that he did in a given week, I would not be able to do anything else, because all of my time