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Nearing the end

What do you say when
Your 7 almost 8 year old son says he just wants to be like normal
What do you say when you watch your son try to roll over and get on his knees for 20 mins yelling he wants to do it himself but can't
What do you say when
You little boy cries out I hate myself in frustration
What do you say when he texts you and says I will never be able to do anything again to move like I used to and what do you say when
He says I am sorry mom

What do you say when You can't say it's going to be ok or you are going to get better

You don't say anything at all.
You let the tears run down your face and hold him love him and comfort him as you face the pain of this reality together.

(Written about two weeks before he passed away)

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