I envision him by her side, the little boy almost young man, keeping vigil by her side. the anguish the pain the fear in his head and his heart not comprehending what may come.
I know that feeling of sitting there, the exhaustion the pain the foggy daze It hurt, but I am older, she was older too. It is to be expected, the loss of our parents.
but he is young, she is young, its too soon. He is in his 8th grade year, a year of celebration and transition now forever changed by this –
I hold out hope for an improvement, a recovery. For her to be able to send him off to his Dinner Dance and to be there at his Graduation. To guide him through high school and all the milestones yet to come.
Yet I prepare myself for the worst, to be present to help him through the loss, to share his burden and ease his pain. I hope that he has the tools and the strength to be resilient, to persevere