Eternally Grateful for the Ending that Wasn’t
They all lived happily ever…pleased me as a child. Even as an adult, I like a story to have a “happy ending.” In real life, though, how many happy endings are there, really? I shudder to think.
I often Focus on Beginnings
For example, the beginning of Marcus, my first and only child: A beautiful (of course) son, born with deep blue eyes (which stayed blue), a heart defect (which needed repair), and a triplicate of the 21st chromosome.
When he was nearly two years old and weighed only 18 pounds, I carried him
So, in April I tend to go to the hard moments that came from the 
