So, I ended up jumping in the car, putting all of my concerns for safety/sanity on ice, packing the boy and his brother and set sail for Oklahoma. I wasn’t going to let my Paps die alone! Not without my blessing anyway.
If you are the parent or caretaker of someone with autism, you may be like me and must fight off resentful feelings at every turn. I’ll admit, by nature, I tend to hold grudges. Maybe it was the way I grew up. Maybe it’s something in my brain…in my Dinna (DNA) as the wife puts it. Whatever the cause, I’ve had to fight off the unhealthy craving to harbor resentments for most of my life.
For “Real” eyes only…
My father-in-law (one of my dearest friends) is slipping in and out of consciousness and is confused, gasping for air, has swollen feet and the like. All signs that Heaven is beckoning him home, soon. I wish I could say that I was there for him, but the reality of having a severely special needs child prevents this from being true.