I have so many things in my life that keep me incredibly busy, my kids especially. Little man is quite the handful between doctors, and specialists, and therapists, and medical equipment, etc., etc.
As tough as it can be sometimes to juggle it all, I wouldn't trade it for anything. One lesson I have learned and not an easy one at that, is that one day it could all be gone.
This week as we parents have been busily anticipating the last days of school with it's parties and ceremony, one friend of mine is missing her lil man. He's gone, over a year now.. stolen from her.
He was stolen by something insidious, something evil.
He was taken by cancer. A brain tumor. Yes, kids get cancer too.
Julian should have been graduating kindergarten tomorrow, instead, Mimi and her family will be setting the final headstone at his grave.
I try to be upbeat, I try to inject as much humor and light into my days as possible, but in my circle of friends we have lost many. More that I can count on a single hand, or two even. Babies, toddlers, little boys and girls just beginning life.. stolen forever.
It's not fair... and I'm pissed.
I'm angry that one of the sweetest, kindest women I have ever had the priveledge to know will be standing at her son's grave tomorrow, watching the cold hard reality placed there to show all the world that her sweet boy lies beneath it. www.carepages.com/carepages/JuliansWorld.
Just the thought of it makes me lose my breath.
Yea.. I'm pissed.