Hold Me, He Said

Stomping my feet and falling to my knees. While others screamed and banged their heads against a wall. Tearful goodbyes for the night and the waiting game goes on, what type will it be? A.L.L. is the type we hope for. The other type, we're not even going to acknowledge completely. Because it just can't be that. It simply won't be that. We'll find out today.

Such a precious little guy with a normally sunny disposition. Smiles and laughing, he's got his daddy's knack for lighting up a room. Our little football player, ready to charge into the fun once he hits the ground. But, right now, his hiney hurts. He's had an infection there for months. The antibiotics weren't working. Thursday night we found out why. Because the antibiotics were headed to something else. They were headed to fight the cancer. The human body is amazing, it knows what it needs to protect. It needs to protect the life held inside.

My nephew has leukemia. And my father sat by his side helplessly as we waited for him to wake up from surgery. I've never seen my father cry. Last night I saw him shaking in a way that could have only been that. Biff went with me, in case I couldn't hold it together and my beloved kept checking on me. But, my mind is somewhere else right now. It's not on my feelings because quite frankly they've gone silent.

However long this takes, everything else takes a backseat. He's front and center, which means caring for his parents and siblings as well. He keeps saying, as he's been saying for months, "hold me". Don't worry, buddy... no one's letting you go.