Wow...what a day....
I will always remember this 2nd to the last day of my 40's as the day I teared up at the thought of a bucket of fried chicken.
We were at H.'s appointment for close to FIVE HOURS. What an experience.....history was shared. Decisions were considered, discussed, re-considered, re-discussed - and then decisions were finalized in hugely rapid order. Shocking all of us. We backed up a bit, re-discussed and have a plan.
On the way home, we tried to decide what to have for dinner. I suggested a bucket of fried chicken. Raley's had a great 'deal' - a 16 piece bucket of awesome fried chicken for $9.99. J. hesitated. And within seconds, it hit me. We don't need a 16 piece bucket of chicken....because H. won't be home for awhile.
On the last day of my 40's, we will return to where we spent the day today - and we will be leaving H. there for an as yet undetermined in-patient stay.
On the day before I officially turn 50, we are taking our just turned 17 year old to rehab.
I teared up at the thought of a bucket of chicken....how we can't eat that much chicken without the never-ending appetite of son #2.
I miss him already......
Please pray.
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Hugs and prayers for your family. This must have been an agonizing decision, one not taken lightly. However, your strength as parents shines through.
Mindy, I am crying along with you. Take care....my heart is breaking over this.
Mindy, I am crying along with you. I remember all of the stories about H. when he was a little guy.
My heart is breaking. Stay tough...you'll get through this.
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