Day Two - Adjustment begins.

So now the hard part is adjusting to not being Jr's full time care giver. I must have worn a groove in the floor to the couch because I cannot walk through the living room with stopping at the place where he was his little bed was on the couch.  In the past four weeks, Jr. needed nearly round the clock attending with medicine administration, monitoring stats, suctioning out secretions, hooking up TPN feeds, and, of course, repositioning.  I do not know how I was going to cope with it for much longer.

You hear about others who begin to "wish" for the passing of a terminally ill loved one to ease thier suffering.  I have to be honest, it works both ways.  When I would have those thoughts, I felt very ashamed and guilty.  As only mothers know the lengths they would go to for their child.  I am still coping with that. 

The funeral is set for Thursday.  Here is the link to the online obit  - http://www.jhenrystuhr.com/.  Please take a moment light a candle for my shining star,  The obit will also be in Thursdays Detroit Free Press.

“It is such a secret place, the Land of Tears.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry