I just posted happy birthday greetings, and started sobbing. I tend to be someone who feels the pain of others greatly, probably because I've had plenty of my own, but I'm also kind of a prickly old pragmatist.
So me sobbing for someone else's child is hard for me to understand. Shedding a tear, yes. Sobbing?
But it's his birthday.
I don't know if it's just his sweet little smile, his earnestness, Desiree's strength in the face of tremendous grief... This case is... more personal. And maybe partly that my middle son is only a month and a week younger than Kyron, and reminds me of him.
What does this little boy mean to you? What is it that has us so passionately involved? I have to check, every day for news, I pray every night for miracles.
What about you?
I'm feeling a bit like an idiot here, someone else jump in the pool, I keep telling myself I'm not the only one who is so worked up over this little boy.
So me sobbing for someone else's child is hard for me to understand. Shedding a tear, yes. Sobbing?
But it's his birthday.
I don't know if it's just his sweet little smile, his earnestness, Desiree's strength in the face of tremendous grief... This case is... more personal. And maybe partly that my middle son is only a month and a week younger than Kyron, and reminds me of him.
What does this little boy mean to you? What is it that has us so passionately involved? I have to check, every day for news, I pray every night for miracles.
What about you?
I'm feeling a bit like an idiot here, someone else jump in the pool, I keep telling myself I'm not the only one who is so worked up over this little boy.