A caregiver who can never be reciprocated.
The mother of a forever child.
I grieve the loss of our former conversations
When he thought deeply, assessing the potentials of his future.
I grieve the loss of his independence and his need, now,
For someone to remind him of days, dates, and where he has placed his possessions.
I am the proud mother of a man who cares for others.
Though his resources are small, he will do anything he can to help.
He sees himself as shattered, and thus will work to fix every broken thing he finds.
Surely, nothing is truly beyond repair and usefulness.
Lord, when I am overwhelmed with the grief of our losses,
Help me remember the relief at knowing he would live.
Help me remember the joy of his regained independence, small though it is.
Help me remember that in THIS son, I am truly blessed.