Some may think that a visit to this blog 7 years later would be difficult for me, but it is not. As life has moved through so many changes since then, I continue to experience those events as if they happened today. Every time I look at my brave, amazing son - he is 23 years old now - I am beyond even a fathomable level of gratitude.
My son's experience has left him with something to which he will forever come to terms, but his recovery has been nothing short of miraculous. I guess I might also commend myself on my ability to move forward, accomplishing what I had for so long given up and allowed to dissipate. Josh is on his own now, living his life as a young man and experiencing life again every day. Nothing is succinctly available to him emotionally or socially, but he's managed to find himself and bring closure.
From this point forward, I wish this blog to be something of a collection of thoughts on life after the events of my son's teen-hood. He has moved on, and so shall I.
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