Today I drove past Children's hospital. Now that the weather is nicer the sick children are out walking around the hospital, many pulling along their IV poles. There was one little girl around Jason's age. She was being pushed in a plastic car. Her caretaker was pushing the IV pole. That was me two years ago, pushing the IV pole while Jason pedaled around on his tricycle.
I don't really have alot to say. Just that I'm thinking about Jason today. A year and a couple months since he passed away. It still hurts too much to dwell on. So I don't dwell. It hurts too much to be in the hospital. I avoid it. I don't even like taking Gideon to the pediatrician. All the machines. The nurses. Scrubs.
That's all for now.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest . Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30