I cannot even remember if I posted this earlier
My son, Kenny, died last night. He was my hero. Services are at 2:00 Saturday at Foothills Unitarian Church.
Kenny died surrounded by John, Carolyn and I. Hospice gave the process dignity and we knew that Kenny was not in pain or distress as he drew his last breaths. It was a raging pneumonia that ultimately took his life.
My heart is broken, but part of my soul is not so torn as it has been these last 26 years, because I know that Kenny's body was finished, and there was nothing we could do for him. Sometimes I wondered if I tried hard enough. Sometimes I wondered if I tried too hard. I'll never know. Kenny was my best teacher, and I know that many people will say the same thing. My friend said yesterday, "Kenny gave many people the chance to be their best selves." No better truth ever spoken.
Kenny died surrounded by John, Carolyn and I. Hospice gave the process dignity and we knew that Kenny was not in pain or distress as he drew his last breaths. It was a raging pneumonia that ultimately took his life.
My heart is broken, but part of my soul is not so torn as it has been these last 26 years, because I know that Kenny's body was finished, and there was nothing we could do for him. Sometimes I wondered if I tried hard enough. Sometimes I wondered if I tried too hard. I'll never know. Kenny was my best teacher, and I know that many people will say the same thing. My friend said yesterday, "Kenny gave many people the chance to be their best selves." No better truth ever spoken.