As it’s Thanksgiving for many of you I of course got thinking and began to wonder at the many different ways we can feel thankful.
This day two years ago a very sick Daniel came home. We busied ourselves readying a bed and room for him, filled with mixed emotions. Knowing his greatest wish, to return home, had been granted to him. Knowing only days earlier we feared a different end as he lay hooked up to a ventilator. Knowing his time at home would be short. To feel such relief and agony in the same moment was something none of us can ever forget.
Daniel had three days at home which were filled with joy, peace but mostly love. His home, which should have been the saddest place on earth, was filled with singing and laughter as those who loved him gathered around reminiscing. Those few days mirrored the way he lived. Where ever Daniel was there was fun to be had.
Shortly after losing Daniel his parents were given a copy book from his school. In it was a short piece, written by Daniel himself, about how he thinks others see him. His parents have placed his words on a small plaque by his grave. These days when I go to say a quick hello to him I come away smiling. His own words, a fitting tribute to a boy who knew how to put fun into life. It’s also a wonderful reminder of the boy Daniel really was and how lucky those were who could call him a friend, a cousin, a godchild, a brother and most especially a son.