I try to be sensitive to the fact that he is sensitive to everything.
I can’t take away his sorrow, but I can sit with him and face it and feel it by his side.
He does the same for me. When my own voice sounds like a frayed string, his sentences rise at the
end, like helium balloons. Whether he's sad, or I'm sad, or we're both feeling particularly fragile, he has a way of rendering life luminous, day after day.
JEB
So glad you have these little people to make the days easier.
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Oh, I believe that. And I also love the way that his sister is so obviously present, ever-present, in his thoughts.
And ever so much more, in his heart.
Like yours,
Cathy in Missouri
and for these things we are grateful.
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