Today is my mom’s birthday.  We were so happy to be able to call her and talk and send cards.  Our hearts go out to so many of our friends who cannot do that anymore. My son was allowed to send a birthday card to his Nana, and fortunately also, my Dad’s birthday (aka Pop Pop) was three days ago.  Yup: a Leo and a Virgo for the last 61 years.

So blessed are we all.

But my poor son was so upset, he sent one card, and he wrote on it “Happy Anniversary!”

Knowing it was a double birthday, no one helped him correct this (typical TBI/aphasia/memory loss related error);  instead they just put one stamp on the one card.

He is okay with it, now, but he knows he messed up and he has called me everyday this week to tell me how bad he feels, he meant Happy Birthday!!!!!!!

All I want to do is hold him in my arms, which I do over the phone, and tell him it’s okay, because it is okay.

But what I really want to do is say to staff:   What the H…?  When are you ever ever going to understand this is a person, a person with needs, and feelings, and love for his family?  He is not a throwaway, he is not an afterthought.

My son is not an afterthought.