my son dylan was born to me when i was 26... the same age that he would be when Brain Cancer would kill him on nov 30, 2010.
dylan was the most beautiful baby/child/man ever.. people would literally stop me on the street when he was young and marvel at his strawberry blond curls.. his golden hazel eyes .. his bright face and smile.. etc.
he lead also many reckless years as a young man .. his wild streak always there .. yet all who knew him could not help but be in love with him.
his spirit shined thru his being and he was that special.
finally, when he was 24 he seemed to get it together.
he just obtained his Class A Electrician's License and was working at a Power Plant in Louisiana the day he went down.. 09/10/09.
i will never forget the strange feeling i had that day at lunch hour, and when i returned to my desk i had an email that Dylan had been taken to an ER in LA.
he had fallen .. had a seizure.. out of nowhere.. the MRI lit up.. surgery quickly showed the worst case scenario. Dylan had Glioblastoma Multiforme. The deadliest of Brain Cancers.
he was told he would die in 6-8 months.
he went thru hell and back and finally was at peace on nov 30, 2010. he did see his 26th birthday and went skydiving that day.
almost 5 months later i alternate between shock/disbelief/sadness/horror.
but everyday i do what he did at the end.. just get to the next day.
i hope that one day i will feel "okay" and hope that others who are in my shoes will too.