I want to tell you a story about a hard day, a girlfriend and my cat.
But first: Promise that when I say “hard,” you’ll take that with a grain of salt. Losing a parent is hard. Right? Stuff on the news is hard. Today was just a bump in the road. Remember that as we go on this blogging journey together.
And remind me when I forget.
Most days, my son, Bunz, wakes up before the alarm. “It’s time!” he announces in a booming voice loud enough to wake our downstairs neighbors. “I’m a Cheerio man! Ready for my Cheerios! OK, Mama! O-K!”
The rest of us groan and grumble, but really it’s not a bad way to wake up.
This morning was different. The room was dark and quiet. Next to me, Bunz laid still, staring at the ceiling.
“Bunz?” I whispered. I shook his shoulder. “Bunz?” His eyes were open, but he wasn’t responding. “Come on, stop playing. Bunz!”
Thank you. That was exactly what I needed to hear. We’re in a similar boat and it’s tough. I loved your words.
I can so relate to this parent! Epilepsy sucks!! My daughter has suffered for 19 years and we are still battling what to do. I pray that we will find an answer before it is to late..