How do I begin? How? How do I begin? How do I write about my beautiful son? How do I do him justice? There are no words to pave the mental path…the emotional path…the physical path. It’s like when you are in a long conversation or debate with someone and it goes on & on & on. At some point you just throw up your hands and say ‘No more.’ When you reach that point of exhaustion you can stare at a blank wall. You are a blank wall. For a few moments, a robot. A shell whose soul has left briefly to recharge. I am a blank wall. A robot. I have ridden the most extreme roller coaster since February and it has charged my senses, my emotions, and my body so that I am numb. The only thing left is an ache. My soul aches. ‘No more.’
- 'I wash your face to make room for all the kisses of tomorrow. And every day that I get to be here with you is sweet.' ~From 'Me' by Plumb (Thank you Shannon)
- Thank you for visiting, for caring, and for continuing to pray for Lachlan. We love you all.
Tomorrow's Kisses 
Amazing post. Amazing mother. Amazing son.
Since I learned about your precious son from my friend, Elaine Benjamin, I have been praying for him and you. He is so beautiful and you are so brave. May God be with you as you continue your journey with your little angel.
Lynn
It has been my privilege to pray for Lachlan since Elaine made this need apparent. I’ve read your poignantly beautiful postings. Letting us into your heart and mind is a very courageous gift on your part. And especially so for other parents who might be going through the same or similar issues with those they love. I pray that God will wrap His loving arms around each of you and sustain you.
Louise Lashley
Leslie and family,
Thanks to Elaine I now know about your precious son, I will also be praying for a miracle for all of you. God Bless you all.
Jackie Clements Clarke
Dear Ones….this is so beautifully written. You know I think about you all every day and I’m here if you need me. I even have a church in California on the prayer list! Everybody cares and is praying for him daily…and dreams do come true.
Love and hugs,
Momma Joy