Really. Can we catch a fuddruckin’ break? Seriously. We had a bit of a scare yesterday night with Ryan’s oxygenation. After showering him and getting him in bed we rolled him onto his side to expose his butt rash to the air. Delighted in the fact that his blood pressure was normal, I completely overlooked […]
I’m Sorry
You’ll need to excuse me. I haven’t been myself for a few days. I’m in a really, really bad place. The upcoming second year anniversary of Ryan being taken from us is so much to face. I’m not sure I’ll come through it undamaged, to be honest. We miss him. We do. So much.
Powder Keg
Yesterday was the seventh. Exactly twenty-three months since Ryan’s barbaric attack. Like every month on the seventh, I was sad. It’s the type of despair that weighs heavy. Like a cold, wet blanket. The type of feeling where I become acutely conscious of my breathing. Every breath is noticed and occasionally I must remind myself […]
Guest Post: Batter Up
By Carla Liberty Life. A process. Ever-changing. Like a baseball game, it throws us curve balls and change-ups, sliders, and yes, sometimes heat. Like the 95 mph fastball kind of heat. When we’re at bat, we have to make split decisions as to whether to swing (tackle our problems head-on) or whether to take the […]
Pushing Buttons
If you were to look at Ryan, you’d initially think everything is just fine. Physically, he is the picture of health. Granted, his muscles don’t have the fine cuts in them that were present two years ago, but his mass is still present. He is a strong man, no matter his condition. He works extremely […]