We always visit the home we lived in, take pictures of trees planted and the yard. It has become a tradition.
This trip, we had a lot of extended family members to see, some we haven’t seen in a long time.
I’m sharing all of this to give a little background to what Marky said at the end of one evening.
As he got ready for bed, he hid his head under a pillow and began crying. Marky is not one to cry for physical pain, he cries if he thinks someone is sad or someone is angry. His sister and I began asking what was wrong. The answer was,
“my memories are making me sad” , “my memories are sad”. He had a really hard time calming down and although it was hard to see him so upset, a part of me was so interested in what he was feeling and pleased that he was trying to express it. He does not express feelings and things always tend to be “great” when asked, so this, although small for some, was a breakthrough of some sort for us and I wanted to share it with you.