Davis went back to school today.
He called me no less than four times before 1 pm.
We took him out of his last period classes
(since he has A and B days).
We are hoping that will help him
make it through the rest of the year.
Night's are still the hardest.
"What do I do?"
He asks because the voices are loud and scary
and it's hard for his mind to settle down.
"What do I do?"
He repeats over and over.
Tonight he added,
"I wish I could die."
I'm so sorry, Davis.
It will be ok .
I try to comfort that 6 foot 3 inch
youngest son of mine.
Please, let it be ok.
1 comment:
Sending lots of prayers your way...
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