The other day, Deb commented that 32 seemed like a very adult age. Today, Robbie would have hit that milestone and once again, I wonder what he would be doing.
Robbie with Kendra and Mary, two of the people ensuring he was kept busy and active while being treated.
When he took ill, he was regrouping, starting over at community college. He hadn’t settled on a career choice, something that evolved once he was hospitalized. He loved what the social caregivers at the hospital did, working with the pediatric oncology patients, and thought that might be something he could do.
We’ll never know.
There’s not much new to say here, but I can’t let his birthday go without comment.
I miss you, kid.