Brooke on my shoulders, taken almost a decade ago…
Every twitch, every shake, every sudden movement.
Every prolonged silence, every glazed look, every lost in deep thought.
Every loud noise, every patterned sound, every random anything.
I hold my breath, my heart jumps, my mind races.
Every phone call, every text, every email.
Every “Daddy”, every “Honey”, every “Hey”.
Every cough, every irregular breath, every moment…
I hold my breath, my heart jumps, my mind races.
Every race, every run, every mile.
Every push up, every pull up, every sit up.
I do because every moment…
I hold my breath, my heart jumps, my mind races.
Every moment…
Every, single moment…
Every…single…moment…
I hold my breath, my heart jumps, my mind races.
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Keep on telling your story. Keep on raising the goal of fundraising. We need help for Brooke and the whole family and all the Brookes in this world.
Love you,
Mom