1. Maryanne
    April 12, 2021 @ 9:44 am

    I haven’t written to you in a while. Seems our grandboy is growing up too. Almost 17. You were here for me when I needed help. When I thought I wouldn’t make it as a grandmother. But I am making it. Thanks to your help to me and others more grandmothers will get through also. We have 3 other grandchildren. Things are going good today. There are times when they aren’t. I still read your blogs after all these years. Thank you. Thank you. Maryanne


  2. Kelly
    April 12, 2021 @ 10:15 am

    As always..your words capture my heart. If only different were more acceptable…YES!!


  3. Janet Anderson ( grandmother)
    April 12, 2021 @ 10:18 am

    I have not written lately also/my grandson is now 21 and has goals for himself, we know will not be attainable. He is unique, handsome, and like Jack loved by his family. But, there is always a but, sadness lies below the surface, only God has the answer and we have the hope someday we will understand/ why?


  4. Chrissy Agee
    April 12, 2021 @ 12:08 pm

    Thank you, Carrie, for expressing in words what I feel in my heart. My 10 year old son has autism. I am also in the middle of reading your book, “What Color is Monday?” When I read a chapter I feel like I’ve just visited with a friend who understands what it feels like to have a child with autism.


  5. Scott Wilcox
    April 12, 2021 @ 1:52 pm

    I believe that over the years (36+) I may have learned a small bit that “Why?”question. I think that a little piece of that answer is to serve as an example not only to each of us as parents, and family, but everyone we and our precious children have contact with, the true meaning of patience, uncompromising love, compassion, and devotion. My dear daughter has changed my personality drastically, and I have been told by “outsiders” that they wish more of society could witness the love and patience my daughter and I express toward each other daily, although she is severely developmentally disabled and totally without the ability to communicate, except with her smiles and laughs. I was able to keep her at home with me until 2 years ago when my arthritis took over and I could no longer perform all the physical duties required. But she is now happy and accepted in fantastic group home. Just a simple thought from an ordinary single dad. May God bless all our disabled children and population in general, along parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, family, caretakers, medical staff and social workers who keep our systems in place and try to improve them all the time.


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