Seven years - bedridden, unable to walk - and SO YOUNG.
My heart aches for you, his mother, his caregiver.
I'm so glad you wrote about this (in poetry! after a year!) - so sorry for the subject matter.
His struggle to recover.
The relief, so small compared to the staggering loss -
you write so beautifully of this unthinkable, unfathomable loss.
All week my own family has been struggling with Dad in the hospital Friday, now heading to a nursing home, but the paperwork, the bureaucracy, the redtape - more stress than my mom can handle. Fortunately one of the grandchildren was at hand.
So I've been offline a lot...
but you all are not out of sight, out of mind.
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