When Alex began taking the bus on his own I worried and worried and part of me was terrified and yet unwilling to cart him around for the rest of my life and so he walks, a lot. I wish he didn't have to do this, but he does. It is the reality of his life--legally blind and living an hour and a half away from the nearest rest stop.
Really I cannot believe it. I keep expecting that I imagined it. I didn't hear her tell me I didn't hear her say it my daughter has died I don't really know what day this is life is cruel God swallows us he crouches waiting to swallow us all.
Death lies in wait to grab my ankles as I walk by jerk me under the dark water, not my own death. No. All the others. But that is life--you either die or you watch others die.
But God lifts us up God tosses us into the deep end we are always learning to swim.