‘I’m glad to see that people are still alive’: A ‘thank you’ to the kids for helping me recover

  • August 24, 2021

I’ve been feeling a little bit better after a couple weeks of being awake.

It’s been about two weeks since my last bout of depression, but I’ve also been having some good thoughts about the life I’m living right now.

My kids have been doing a lot of volunteer work, and they’ve been teaching me about how to make a little gift basket for my son.

They’ve also made me a “thank you” to the people who still live and work in my town.

I don’t know what I would do without them, I just want to say thank you for all that you do for me. 

My son, Brandon, and I have been together since he was six months old.

I’ve always loved watching him grow up.

He’s been the most popular child in our family, and my parents were thrilled when he was able to get his first ride on the subway.

My oldest son, who was just a toddler, got to see me grow up and meet my first family.

I know it sounds silly, but it’s a big deal.

He was the first one to sit down for a meal.

I remember him standing up and asking, “Mommy, are you OK?

Can I get a bowl of soup?”

When I first started taking care of him, he started getting sicker and sicker, but we kept him in the house.

I had to take him to the hospital twice because he was so sick.

Every day he was worse and worse.

He couldn’t get up for an hour without being sick.

I was sick and tired of him getting sick and dying and we didn’t know how to treat him.

I felt so guilty about it, but as he got older, he was starting to understand that I wasn’t going to give him a life that wasn’t filled with pain and sorrow.

He had to have a life, I guess.

One day, Brandon got really ill and died.

We had to let him go, but he didn’t have to be in a hospital.

I gave him a few more rides to school, and then I had him stay in my bed at night.

He wasn’t sick.

He didn’t get sick.

But every day, when I woke up, I would wake up and I would just see him, and that’s how he got better.

When he woke up in the morning, he looked at me and I remember being like, “What are you doing here?”

And I said, “Brandon, we have to get you to the ER.”

He looked at his dad and he was like, “…what?”

And then he looked back at me.

I was like “What do you mean?”

And he looked and I was just like, Wow.

He said, ‘Mommy?

Where are you going?’

And I was, “I’m going to the emergency room.”

Brandon went to the ED, and he just kept dying.

I knew he needed to get in the hospital, but that was the only way.

He was so weak and didn’t move.

It was a long journey to get him to a hospital, and we couldn’t let him die.

I didn’t want to lose him.

But I knew we had to get through it together, and so I went out there and helped out.

When I finally got to the end, I took him to see the nurses and the doctor, and once I got there, I saw him in bed.

And I just cried.

I said to Brandon, “Look, you are my hero, you made it.

But you need to take a few days off.”

He was like…

I don’t want you to be my hero.

He wanted to come back.

And then I took a few weeks off, but the first day I was back, I came home and we were all sitting around, just waiting for him to wake up.

We didn’t say a word.

And that was that.

My son’s story reminds me that we can be thankful that we have each other.

We have so much in common and we all have the same goal: to be healthy and happy.

So now that I have Brandon, I want to tell him to be grateful for the gifts that he’s getting in his life.

I want him to have everything he needs to be happy and healthy.

That’s what makes him my hero and my hero in him.

Brandon has the same dreams as me.

He dreams of going to college, but instead of going, he’s going to a gym and taking a class.

He wants to be an astronaut someday.

He always wants to have kids.

I also want him and his brother to have great careers.

He knows how much work he has to do, and it’s something I can be proud of him for.

I can also be proud that he has a mom that loves him and wants to help him get through this