This is not sad. Really.

When you join the outlive your children club It is a journey no one chooses
Many self destruct. I wanted to.

Now at 21 years afterward. Moments bring quiet reflections and smiles at the memories

Joy that we saw him go to 18 and a glimpse of the man he was becoming. Sad that we could not share the typical life of helping him navigate doing life.

Ours was to share our gifts differently

We have now shared our story countless times. I have seen a mom run away at the thought of what we did when we spoke of the journey. I understand that reaction. I had the same outlook before he was gone.

We miss him. I always wonder where he would be and what would he be doing.

The tree and sun shot is at the cemetery overlooking his and our headstones

He is not there. We stop maybe 2 or 3 times a year. John 14:3

This event forced choices
You face a reality and truth that either destroys or you pass through and survive. Then you learn slowly how to live.