Content note for child death. This is a hard one.
I haven’t been active on here for a while. Classes have been long, my health has been acting up, but something else has made it even harder.
I’ve mentioned before about my brothers. My eleven year old hobbit, and my seven year old cabbage. Both of them are autistic. My hobbit has always been my baby, and I helped raise him before I left for college. As for my cabbage, I haven’t been able to see him in a while because my biological mom lives in Oklahoma. I also have a sister who is 16, but I unfortunately haven’t seen her in a long time and I miss her.
Last month, my youngest brother died. His name was Liam, and he was my seven year old brother (my little cabbage, a nickname I gave him when he was a baby). I don’t want to talk about the details right now.
He was mostly nonspeaking, struggled with meltdowns, and had a lot of difficulty reaching developmental milestones.
He also loved playing on his toy piano, singing along to music, watching his shows, playing with his toys, and was a precious child.
I remember sitting with him in a restaurant and he was stimming, but people were staring – so I joined him instead.
I remember cheering him on as he “played” on my piano in the bedroom. He was so proud of himself with every sound, and it was so wonderful to see his face light up every time I clapped.
He was never a burden. He was a beautiful child who deserved so much more.
Love your children. Protect them. Accept them.
Please, please, please.
I miss you, Liam.