Sometimes our kids don't always grow up to leave the nest when they turn 21.
Sometimes we can't hold on to them, no matter how hard we try.
D and his sister both came to us when they were very young, and they were crazy about each other. Sometimes what affected one affected the other. After a time, in spite of the outstanding medical care we provide, he and his sister required more intensive services than we are equipped for. They both had to leave us for the pediatric unit of a long-term care hospital, where they stayed together as roommates, but where they each required a ventilator to breathe.
We wanted to keep them here, but their respiratory status was just too shaky.
We were able to keep in touch with him and his sister because the program that provides our educational services also provides the educational services at the hospital.
Even though he didn't live here anymore (and I know I've said this before), he was always ours in our hearts.
Today D's lungs gave out, and he died this afternoon.
He and his sister were very close, and now we worry for her.
Somewhere a journey begins at the end
of the worldly existence we know,
Somewhere a path stretches over the stars,
and rivers of memories flow.
Somewhere a silence is heard far away,
and the brightness of day fills the night,
Where the trials of life are resolved into peace
when a soul finds its way to the Light.