4 weeks ago
Friday, October 3, 2008
I thought about my last post and I ended up with tears streaming down my face.
See when Boodha was 2 1/4, I was just 5 and it was Christmas. He had what everyone assumed was an ear infection, when in actuality it was encephalitis. He left our home just before Christmas as my brother and returned sometime in January as my brother, 2.0.
Blind (temporary from the swelling) screaming (who wouldn't be after what he lived through), and like a newborn baby again. His first words when he could speak again were: Shit, god dammit, f**k. In that order, from a 3 year old. Made shopping fun. He learned those words while he was in a coma and would crash; the nurses and docs apparently had quite the vocab.
My world was shattered and I didn't know it was okay to not be okay. Even at 5 I knew I had to be good, because my parents had a whole new set of responsibilities and I couldn't be messing around.
I will swear to my dying day 2 things in life
See when Boodha was 2 1/4, I was just 5 and it was Christmas. He had what everyone assumed was an ear infection, when in actuality it was encephalitis. He left our home just before Christmas as my brother and returned sometime in January as my brother, 2.0.
Blind (temporary from the swelling) screaming (who wouldn't be after what he lived through), and like a newborn baby again. His first words when he could speak again were: Shit, god dammit, f**k. In that order, from a 3 year old. Made shopping fun. He learned those words while he was in a coma and would crash; the nurses and docs apparently had quite the vocab.
My world was shattered and I didn't know it was okay to not be okay. Even at 5 I knew I had to be good, because my parents had a whole new set of responsibilities and I couldn't be messing around.
I will swear to my dying day 2 things in life
- I saw the Easter bunny in my house, sitting on my fireplace loading up the homemade basket I had when I was 7 and my parents were out by the pool washing down something Boodha had puked on.
- I heard a story somewhere that people who were hit by lighting had miracle recoveries
So I had a convo with God. I set him up really well for a kid, you know the usual way: I swear I will never never ever ever, I promise I will always always for sure always........ If you just do one of the following three things for me God:
Take me and make Boodha normal
Have me get hit with lighting and make him normal
Hit Boodha boy with some lighting and zap him back to normal
Man to be a kid again
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