There are no explanations, ways to find purpose or reason in what happened in Connecticut today. We cannot wrap our minds around the tragedy and our hearts hurt. Anger, blame, disbelief, sadness and the need to hold our own loved ones closer are the prevailing feelings. I found this poem and wanted to share it here: To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven, here I dwell with God above Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight; Remember that I am with you every morning, noon, and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you." "It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone, As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on. I need you here bad
These stories describe our journey with Ben, our oldest son. Ben is a sweet and energetic redhead, born with Rett Syndrome, a rare genetic mutation. My husband, Ryan, and I try to keep up with Ben and his two younger brothers. I intend to shed insight into raising a child with disabilities and pass on the wisdom we’ve earned over the past two decades.