I have a routine now when I get one of those dreaded but half expected phone calls from the supported living complex where my son Simon sometimes, 'not so' happily resides. I hear the familiar voice of the care worker on the phone as she tentatively explains the latest predicament, and sense the hope in…
Tag: Unconditional love
For the love of Simon.
Each little step was a tearful ,joyful reminder of how far he'd come.. how far we had all come.