I can't believe I am sitting here crying and my heart aching like I lost a best friend.
I lost nothing at all but my grandson did.
During this period of chemo and being sick with most treatments he had only one object on his mind. A car! Not just a car but a 1971 Ford. He and his mechanic uncle had been working on it. The uncle had recovered the seats as a gift and they were gorgeous.
Zack finally could drive it around. He visited friends near his house all day yesterday. He was in heaven.
This morning I get a quick email:
Zack is OK. His car caught fire and it is gone
Seems that was moments after she found out that she wrote.
What else can happen to this child/man?
He has already been through so much since June 6th
I now do not know what he can think about that he wants to do when he comes home from all these treatments, how will he cope with this too.?????