Everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very, significant loss.
That phrase became very clear to me during a conversation last night. I became sad and was unable to hold back my tears. I had to leave the conversation and go to an alone place and just cry. It was hard to listen to the talk about a sporting event and laughter about how the child's technique of running was. All I could think was at least he can run and is able to play sports that involve running.
"My boy has muscles, large ones at that, and those calf muscles are going to lead him somewhere." "What sport can we put Logan into in order to optimize the quality of his of his physical asset?" Little did I know it wasn't a physical asset. It is actually called calf pseudohypertrophy a large word for fat replacing damaged muscle. We will find an activity for Logan to do that will make him happy. His happiness is all that matters and he will find it.
As for me I hope to learn how to spend my life not mourning the fact that I didn't get to Italy, to only miss the very special, the very lovely things of Holland.
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