As I sit here this morning and watch the snow falling ever so quietly, I remember the blizzard we had in December of 1978, the weekend my 3 month old son was diagnosed with severe hemophilia. Sitting in the intensive care unit, trying to absorb what we were being told, Todd's Dad and I struggled to acknowledge, accept and move forward - we were able to acknowledge, but the acceptance and moving forward came much later.
Thinking back I realize that was a pattern we followed throughout our lives. Each time we were confronted with something new there was the need to acknowledge, accept and move forward. For each, the time frame for that acknowledgment and acceptance in order that one could move forward,was different. For each, our coping mechanisms were different. But the basis for all remained consistent: we loved our sons and from that love grew a thirst for knowledge; with our knowledge we gained control; with that sense of control we lived normal lives in a not so normal world.