Wednesday, April 8, 2015


Just this morning, reflecting on how badly Flynn took my 2 day absence, I was thinking about the fact that I can never die. His daddy is his rock; his source of stability. It's nothing that I've done, it's just what he decided from a very early age. I am the person he needs.

I know that a lot of autism parents feel this way.

This afternoon I learned that my friend Jim, who is a superstar in the autism community, lost his wife Leslie to breast cancer.

I'm so sad for Jim, and I hurt for his two girls. Life can be uniquely unfair.

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