So one of by best Amama friend’s chld is lying in the ICU fighting for his life. Not here son with A, but one of her other children. He fell in gym class on Tuesday and now he is a ticking time bomb. Swelling around his brain. When will the black cloud that hovers over her home move on?
My heart aches for her. How much I yearn to sit with her and say we can weather this storm, too. But the truth is i don’t know what will happen. So I find my non religious self praying morning, noon and night.
G-d and my religion, who I felt abandoned and chucked to the side by . . . return to me. Open your eyes and help this family. Shove that cloud to the side. Do it for that mom. How much are we Amamas expected to take? I beg of all fo the spiritual powers that be to just get him back home withhis A brother and siblings where he belongs. This child I yelled at on Sat to stop skateboarding at dusk so he doesn’t break open his skull . . . is now fighting for his life.
And today at therapy she told me that i was emotionally detached . . .grandmother going into hospice, lice, friend’s child in ICU. maybe I am or maybe I am just tired.
Looking forward to board that plane tomorrow morning to Calalala land
