I sat here in front of my computer, on-and-off, for hours. I don’t even know where — or how — to begin. How do I say “thank you” to all of you? I resigned myself to the realization that, no matter what I write, words will never express our appreciation for all you do. No doubt, words will fall short. It’s an impossible undertaking. So, on this day of thanks in the United States, my family gives thanks for you.
As I said so many times before, you give Ryan the best opportunity to come back to us. Without you, his (and our) situation would be dire indeed. Really, it would be beyond dire. He is in amazing condition, given the severity of his injuries, thanks to you. You provide everything we need to keep him healthy and comfortable. Yes, everything… right down to a pillow to rest his precious head on.
This past two weeks I reviewed everything that’s been provided to us over the past 2-plus years. I looked at every donation. Every Get Well card. Every meal delivered to our home. Every item purchased through Ryan’s Wish List. Every fundraiser. Every voluntary act. Every business that unselfishly took on projects. I looked at every name and reflected on your compassion. It was emotional for me. I wish I could say I was able to hold it together. You touch me deeply.
Thanksgiving, to us, is more than a single day. It’s every day.
You are always in my thoughts. Seriously, always. Every time I reach for something I think about the person who cared enough to give it to us. I even name these things after you, and make it a point to tell Ryan your name. I talk to Ryan all day (I think out-loud, which has gotten me into trouble once in a while), and so much of this involves you… by name. I even pull up your pictures (usually from FaceBook) and show it to him. Then I give him a hug and kiss his forehead on your behalf. I hope that, in some weird cosmic-way, you can feel it.
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