For the past five days, I’ve sat down at my computer numerous times in an attempt to write this piece. I could never get more than a few lines in before all the negative memories started flooding through my Aspie brain, which normally rolls along at well over 100+ MPH.
The sadness and pain overtook me and on several occasions, I began to cry. So here I sit this morning with my car in for repairs and me having two hours to sit around a waiting room with little to do except suck it up and knock this out. Here we go… Six weeks ago, I lost my grandson after he fought four hours to stay alive.