Thursday, February 23, 2017

Alternate Reality

How's Sammy?

Oh....he's doing great.
He's eleven now, and he's in fifth grade. He's so tall! And so much hair...
You know....fifth graders....a lot of drama in that grade, huh?
He seems so good.
He just broke a thousand days post-transplant and things are going well.
Yeah, he gets tired easily and we're still really careful and nervous sometimes...
but he's off so many meds and it all just seems like it might be behind us.
It's never over, you know, but it's looking good.
He got into the school play. Both Sam and Yael are in the play - they're loving's so fun to see them together...
He's playing the violin....
He's getting ready for middle school...
He's going to camp this summer...
You should hear the noise in my house when all four of them come home from school....It's beautiful.

It's an alternate reality that I sometimes run through in my head.
When I can't sleep. When it's quiet.
What would I be answering?

1,167 days have passed, and I feel as though time is slipping away, rushing away, flying away. We're moving further and further away from him. It is impossible to believe that he could just slide back into our lives if he just showed up. We are different now.

I've stopped believing that he's just going to show up one day, like in a movie about a missing child who is recovered twenty years after their abduction. Like we all just made a mistake one day and left him behind and then we found him again....I've stopped pretending he's just away for a while.

But I still sometimes can't sleep and I imagine what I would's Sammy?

I'm shaving my head again.
Because I feel just a little bit too normal.
A little bit too settled.
A little bit too far away from my missing boy.
My hair is long again, as long as it was when he died.
I find myself twisting a ponytail the same way I did for his funeral.
It's a little like re-opening a wound...but I'm not ready to just run my finger over an old shiny scar.
I'm shaving my head again because it just feels like time is slipping away.

I'm shaving my head to raise money to help other someday mamas to not feel this pain. 
Help me out:


  1. :-( some things change, but don't get any easier. Such terrible pain you bear. Sending you love

  2. Still running and cycling for Team In Training with Sam's name on a ribbon and his face on a race bib on my jersey. Think of you and your family often, knowing that Sam might have been in Mrs. Brady's class this year.