It’s that time of year again…back to school. I don’t know that I intentionally feel sad at back-to-school time, but so far, I’m 3 out of 3. Just seeing a school bus would make me sad last year when I’d see the bus and think to myself, “Sammy should be riding that bus.” Finally one day, it clicked with me that rather than feeling angry that Sammy couldn’t ride the bus anymore, I needed to rejoice in that he had the opportunity to ride a bus for 2 years, and he loved it so much. Suddenly, I began to see those short pre-school buses with the special wheelchair lifts, and I’d smile because I knew that Sammy had been there.
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