Oh yes, this. This this this. What is important, what to give your time and energy to? It is not impressing the neighbors, or your slightly too posh for you in-laws, or your own sense of social relevance. When my son was diagnosed with autism, every extra resource was spent in helping him – not to get better, but to get to be the best HIM he could be – and to find a way to make that new scary word fit in our already crowded family. 12 years on, it’s amazing that you can remember the person you were, who valued some things that were completely not valuable, and be grateful that you now realize what is invaluable.
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February 6, 2014 by kerindat
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Expatriation
The move to LiverpoolJune 12, 2012Estimated day of arrival for the entire family in Liverpool.
Transitions 
I can hardly believe it has been so long.
Almost as impossibly can I imagine how beautiful your family and live has become as it has taken shape and grown, even as you are more impressive in and out than you were way back then. Nearly twenty years ago. Twenty.
Wow wow wow.
Thought of you when falling on this. And that babe in mom’s arms last we saw one another in Indianapolis now about ten years on, it seems.
http://theantijared.com/2014/01/woman-child-sat-table-nine.html
Oh, for the troubles. Where would we all be but for the blessing of them washing over us?
A big, warm smile and beating heart of your today happiness comes washing over the grin of remembering those yesterdays.
Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet
Sequestered days
Olden days
Golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Joyous free in flame and life
Then sooth was mine
Sad am I
Glad am I
For today I’m dreamin’ of
Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet
Sequestered days
Olden days
Golden days
Days of mad romance and love
For then gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Joyous free in flame and life
Then sooth was mine
Sad am I
Glad am I
For today I’m dreamin’ of
Yesterdays
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Ah, Rusty. The memories of you are always sweet. I miss your face, and I miss days curled up on your sofa with your dogs (who always slightly scared me) flopped around the floor. And watching harold and maude with you.
Thank you for knowing and understanding. While you have not been around to watch the journey, you get it, as some people who have been here don’t.
Here you go: A memory.
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