That seems like such a downer of a title, but on days like today, it speaks truth. No matter what happens, life will go on.......this too, shall pass. Brandon missed his JOYRide time....his one hour a week to have the normalcy most take for granted. To get out of the seclusion and safety of the four walls of his home and school, and be outside riding his horse Annie. But no. He couldn't even have that. He had a seizure. I went outside to cry it out -- I was so upset at the universe. He couldn't even have Tuesday. The day he rides his horse. And not even all day Tuesday, I wouldn't dare to be that greedy. I just wanted him to have that 45 minutes. To be able to get up and get there on time, ride his horse and maybe learn something new, something that would hopefully bring those elusive smiles.
But no.
He lies upstairs in his bed, knocked out.
I looked down at the flowers in my Whiskey Barrel and saw life. Another praying mantis egg casing has hatched and dozens and dozens of praying mantis babies were crawling around.
Life goes on......
New images to capture today.
New HOPEISM for tomorrow.
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