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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 656698" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>Cedar a bit ago I got off the phone with my son and as I spoke with him I had your post in front of me. As he was speaking I asked myself why I would challenge a delirious and ill person, who so needed me to listen? And I stayed silent and felt love for him and pride in myself. Who knew?</p><p></p><p> By suspending belief and not taking his words as real, the actual words he said and my fear of them lost their power. I realized he had needed to be heard <em><strong>by me. </strong></em></p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>I realized the sub-text that had always been there. I love him. He needs me. He loves me. I need him.</strong></em></p><p></p><p> This is the absolute truth. I am hearing you Cedar. I do not need to go there.</p><p></p><p> Oh my God. I looked at him. I loved him that second. And he me.</p><p></p><p>So language delayed, he wanted to talk...with the few words he had. "Doggy," he said. "It doggy." And sense of humor, how he could laugh. How I made him laugh.</p><p></p><p>I am in love, again. He was my hero. He thrived. I thrived. I wanted this to be a redemption story. It was. Until it wasn't.</p><p></p><p>I see now that it is his story to write. I have to write my own. And I am.</p><p></p><p>I have kept getting worse because of this: What changed tonight? I spoke from love and belief and hope. And that can never fail.</p><p></p><p>Until the next time I forget. Thank you.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 656698, member: 18958"] Cedar a bit ago I got off the phone with my son and as I spoke with him I had your post in front of me. As he was speaking I asked myself why I would challenge a delirious and ill person, who so needed me to listen? And I stayed silent and felt love for him and pride in myself. Who knew? By suspending belief and not taking his words as real, the actual words he said and my fear of them lost their power. I realized he had needed to be heard [I][B]by me. I realized the sub-text that had always been there. I love him. He needs me. He loves me. I need him.[/B][/I] This is the absolute truth. I am hearing you Cedar. I do not need to go there. Oh my God. I looked at him. I loved him that second. And he me. So language delayed, he wanted to talk...with the few words he had. "Doggy," he said. "It doggy." And sense of humor, how he could laugh. How I made him laugh. I am in love, again. He was my hero. He thrived. I thrived. I wanted this to be a redemption story. It was. Until it wasn't. I see now that it is his story to write. I have to write my own. And I am. I have kept getting worse because of this: What changed tonight? I spoke from love and belief and hope. And that can never fail. Until the next time I forget. Thank you. [/QUOTE]
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