Thank you,

Thank you for letting me be real.
Thank you for letting me tell the truth about my life and have dignity.
Thank you for seeing the prescious essence of my son. I promise it's even more magnificant in person.
Thank you for not looking away.
Thank you for not asking me to hide.
Thank you for letting this be enough. It is all I can do with my life right now and maybe ever.
Thank you for understanding that I choose to be OK with that. Although some dreams die harder than others.
Thank you for giving me friendship and saying hello to my spirit. It makes me stronger.
Thank you for realizing that there is no way to be good at this.
Thank you for staying when I am weak and reminding me that my strength will return.
Thank you for living your good life around me. I need to see the joy in this world.
Thank you for your encouragement and your confessions of maybe making another choice.
Thank you for ignoring my insanity, my inadequacy, my unwanted, unnamed, unclaimed, unsettled, roving, silent anger.
Thank you for letting me, not believe in god while I rely so heavily upon him. Her, of course I meant her.
Thank you for watching and most importantly hearing the sounds of my son's pain. It needed to be diluted.
Thank you for letting me place the big questions on your shoulders for a while. I am tired of asking them.
Thank you for coming and helping and wishing for better days. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.