Today morning, I wanted to speak with you but I couldn’t, I have previously told you how I framed your message and how I look at it every day. You are my youngest friend and I treasure you.
Now I look at your words every day as I framed them and they remind me that I am loved, and have to continue fighting.
I have been learning to walk and talk which is why I call your mom some days and I have to keep on keeping on. I will be honest, the going gets tough sometimes but I have to keep going. Right now there are some body imperfections but we shall get there.I know that you love cakes and baking. Recovery is a process, just like how you love cake, it undergoes a process to become a final product and that’s where we are. As long as we learn to value Progression no matter how small it is, the small wins will begin happening.
When the going gets tough, the tough get going!
I nearly cried when I saw the letter 🥺
Recovery takes time, and soon it will come.
Stay strong friend