April 8, 2003 – the most exciting and fearful day for me and my husband. It was the day our son came home from an almost four month stay in the Neonatal ICU. He came with stitches, tubes, a mickey button and a kangaroo pump. He came with laughter, smiles, joy, tears and some really cool sunglasses.
For 9 years, I’ve celebrated that anniversary – but this year, I’m letting that date fade into the background. I’m releasing the balloons and letting it go. That is an old story from the past – filled with so much emotion.
My son and our family have a new story. To move forward, sometimes, is to close the door on the past. Not to forget; but not to make it a major part of our lives – to not dwell on the horrors and fortune…but to simply move on and remember from time to time.
So good-bye April 8th – I will never forget you nor the 100 days prior…but you are not the focal point anymore.
Our new story is about a young boy on his way towards whatever his life brings. I love you, Dorian – now and forever.