Sunday, October 25, 2009
This was tough to do...Bub saw me working on it and said Oh great...the worst day of my life. I explained this was for me not so much for him...he wouldn't have this page as a memory unless he wanted to. I then went on to explain that maybe he could see the picture as change....things changed after that. If only I could convince myself to see it the same way. This was the picture...the only one that turned out from his 8th grade graduation. I hadn't seen him in a group setting since first grade...Since his diagnosis this picture haunts me. It screams at me to wake up and see what's there.
I wasn't going to share it...but then I decided by not sharing it might be that I'm ashamed. I am not ashamed. He is still my baby. My sweet sweet boy. I just don't want to add pain to pain. Here's to healing...