a sense of purpose…

intangible, elusive

yet when we find it, it’s as familiar as a well worn shoe

it at once settles and excites…stimulates us into action without indecision

i often wonder…what is the sense of purpose for lingering son?

he is assured of our love, his value, his presence in our lives…but what purpose is in his heart?

i chafe at hearing the word ‘inspiration’…at the idea his life is what it is to help others be “better”

as if he owes the inspiration of disability to society

no, his life is…his

his purpose is not mine to grasp, because it is, at the end of the day…his own, woven in and through our lives


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