I spent today on my older son. I took a “family sick day” to drive two hours for a treatment team meeting, face-to-face family therapy session, and some time for just the two of us to visit. My son, who is 14 years old, has been separated from his family for six months now.
Every time I see him, he looks taller and more “grown up.” I am reminded again and again that we are all experiencing a loss. Continue reading “Loss”