Sep 12, 2013 Two boys
Sep 12, 2013
I’m afraid not to write a post. I’m afraid you all will freak out if I miss a night and assume something really bad happened.
Well, what if I just don’t feel like writing about Sam’s day? What if it was pretty much the same as yesterday, which means that it sucked, and I feel sad? I just feel so overwhelmingly sad, because although Sam is still here, he’s not. And soon he won’t be here. What then? I miss my bright and shining boy. I miss the boy who ran instead of walked.
At the same time, I can’t remember him. I can look at pictures and I know that was him, but my memories are gone. I’ve been promised that they will come back. I guess I have that to look forward to.
Meanwhile I love this new boy too. I know I’ve said that before, but I want to be sure it’s understood that if we had some sort of miracle and Sam was saved but not restored to his former shining self I would be so grateful. I would take care of this new boy forever. He is precious to me too.