As a friend of the writer, I feel compelled to share this because the strength and solidity I draw from Tric is so apparent through its words and message.
Hugs, Superwoman. Big big hugs.
Today is Daniel’s birthday. He is sixteen years old, yet for me he is also forever thirteen. Thirteen, the same age as my youngest. There are days when I look at her and I hurt as I remember Daniel’s pain as he battled through his thirteenth year. How would I tell her if she had leukemia? How would I help her cope with her hair falling out? What if we lost her, our bubbly beautiful daughter?
I first met Daniel before he ever appeared in this world. From the very beginning he lived close to the edge. I was driving home, only minutes away, when at the roundabout I took a left instead of a right. To this day I don’t know why, as I’d been looking forward to having a half hour at home alone before collecting from playschool. Minutes later I was outside my buddies house. I wondered…
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