A humorous thing happened last night. Here’s the setup: I take the broom from the nurse. As much as I don’t want to harm the little guy I simply can’t let him get away. I brace myself for what will come next.
I hate that this never ends for Ryan. It saddens, scares, and angers me to the core. It’s coming up on ten years since he was brutally attacked and it’s just not getting any better for him. Honestly, it’s worse.
You’re probably wondering why “Pee” is in the subtitle, right? Well, it’s not about potty humor (that’s not to my liking). Rest assured, it’ll make perfect sense when you’re done reading this post. First, allow me to set this up. I’m not sure if this television show is still on, but several years ago I […]
Ryan’s high school, Broad Run, honored him yesterday evening. A dedication ceremony was held on the baseball field where a pewter plaque will be permanently displayed to memorialize my son. Yet, the greatest tribute was when the high school’s Athletic Department and current baseball head coach, Tommy Meier, retired his jersey number, 3… never to […]
You see, I fear just how many more times Ryan can recover from these setbacks. My instincts tell me that time is of the essence. This time he seems to be okay.