Tuesday 1 January 2002

It is time to begin the journey again. I start with portions of a journal entry from the beginning of a new year.

Clarity Suite     868 'A' Street      Ashland
A new year. All is well, or at least on the road there. The journey to this moment has been long and incredibly difficult.
Brian went home on December 12th. He is walking, talking, "alive, well and awake". He is 18 and healing. He is exuberantly happy, sweet, affectionate, grateful. He is staying ten days with each set of parents - the first ten with Marshall and Kellie, the second ten with us here in our little one bedroom guest suite. He was here from the 21st till 5 pm yesterday. It was a total joy to have him, and I miss him. We never missed a day with him. all the time he was in the hospitals, and when he went to Marshall's initially, it was VERY difficult to be away. But to help him adjust, and to keep the peace, we had to. I called twice a day, though. Now I will call once a day, to talk to him, to see how he's doing.
I want to write daily now. I need to. I couldn't before - I was so wrapped up in the days, in the activity, the moment, the fatigue and sorrow and joy. Now I have some time to write it out, I can take some energy and do this for myself.

Now, when Brian leaves to return to China for another year, I cry and cry and cry.