Yes I still have been writing essays. I just haven’t been finishing them! Just a few minutes ago my Mom mentioned Jason’s birthday. But this didn’t bring on the need to write, instead it started a brain spin that inevitably led to yet another attack of the Mom tears.
June 16… he will be 23. June 16 (smile) Jason never did like having his birthday so close to the last day of school. June 16…Georgia’s last day of school. Last day of school…Friday is Sammy’s last day of school. Tears.
Nineteen years of school, most good years and some not so good. But they were years of learning for her and years of normalcy for me. She may not have learned how to read but they taught her how to take off her coat. She learned how to make friends. She taught them how to be friends.
Graduation day is a mile stone in the life of a child. Don’t you all remember your graduation? The parties…hanging you tassel on the rear view mirror? The look of pride and shock on your Mom’s face? (Well my Mom’s) I still have my diploma and a stack full of pictures. (Plus a stack of faded cards)
My baby girl won’t have any of those memories, parties, tassel, diploma or cards. She won’t mind. She will just continue on happy…not knowing or caring. She might eventually wonder what happened to all her friends and I am sure they will never forget her. But she adapt to this new change, what ever it will be.
For Samantha Joy this will be just another. I wish I could say the same.
June 16… he will be 23. June 16 (smile) Jason never did like having his birthday so close to the last day of school. June 16…Georgia’s last day of school. Last day of school…Friday is Sammy’s last day of school. Tears.
Nineteen years of school, most good years and some not so good. But they were years of learning for her and years of normalcy for me. She may not have learned how to read but they taught her how to take off her coat. She learned how to make friends. She taught them how to be friends.
Graduation day is a mile stone in the life of a child. Don’t you all remember your graduation? The parties…hanging you tassel on the rear view mirror? The look of pride and shock on your Mom’s face? (Well my Mom’s) I still have my diploma and a stack full of pictures. (Plus a stack of faded cards)
My baby girl won’t have any of those memories, parties, tassel, diploma or cards. She won’t mind. She will just continue on happy…not knowing or caring. She might eventually wonder what happened to all her friends and I am sure they will never forget her. But she adapt to this new change, what ever it will be.
For Samantha Joy this will be just another. I wish I could say the same.
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