What are little children here for if not to grow old? Is there a reason for everything that happens? Can we ever know why?
A little guy, four years old, has seen cancer, cancer remission, and cancer again. His twin sister goes on. His mother borrows a larger bed for the inevitable family vigil. He learns new words. Hospice starts moving in. His oldest brother starts high school. School psychologists are notified. Meals get made. His grandmother collapses in the arms of the school nurse. His second oldest brother starts first grade. Certain steps are taken. His five year old brother starts kindergarten. The teenage boy is angry and seeks and rejects comfort. Medical intervention is stopped. He gets a new dinosaur toy.
We watch, we whisper, and wait. We wonder.
1 comment:
You have such a way with words. Sounds like a sad time for all involved.
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