I’m done being proud and all that’s left is pure gratitude. My family is incredibly blessed to be surrounded in our physical world as well as our virtual world with amazing people who go out of their way to help Brian. I just feel as if no matter how much I say, “Thank you”, it will never truly convey what all of this means to us.
“What is wrong with him?”
It’s not the first time I’ve been asked this question by an innocent child at the playground. It doesn’t get any easier to hear though. Each time I choke on my own spit, my heart enlarges and pounds, and at the base of my amygdala I can feel the Mama Bear just wanting to come out and ask the little brat what’s wrong with him..
But it passes.