#jonathan may

The Evening Ryan Diviney Died. I instinctively knew all hope was lost when I saw him, in my rearview mirror, sit bolt upright... then go unnaturally limp. His breathing abruptly ended.

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It was the last day of August. It was also the last time we were at our West Virginia cabin, until this past weekend. On that day, we urgently left to take Ryan directly to the hospital. His heart rate was gradually elevating and his breathing was increasingly more labored. He was struggling, clearly becoming distressed.

We didn’t…

I hate that this never ends for Ryan. It saddens, scares, and angers me to the core. It's coming up on ten years since he was brutally attacked and it's just not getting any better for him. Honestly, it's worse.

I swear, this universe has a way of keeping me in my place.

Seriously.

It was just my last post, Accidental Prepper, that I spouted off about the (plentitude of) precautions I take to assure Ryan’s health. You know, how I go to extreme measures in fail-safes, redundancy, and backup plans. In that post I laid-out how I prevent Ryan from getting pressure ulcers, commonly referred to as bed…

---> Elle secoue la tête, et se dit que le monde est ainsi fait.