In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.