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My only child was mentally disabled [autistic] and had seizures.
When my son was a year old, I divorced his abusive father...
and I was a single working mother all his life. Almost everything
I did revolved around his special needs. I moved to this house
because it was close to his day care, I planned for it and was
able to retire early because I realized the older I got the more
difficult caring for him might be.
After I retired, my son and I had six wonderful years of being
together 24/7... we did whatever we wanted to do... slept late,
dined out, went for long walks, took road trips, vacations, etc.
One fateful morning my son woke up as usual, then went
back to bed. Then he had a seizure. He had many seizures
over the years and I knew what to do to make sure he didn't
hurt himself. I thought to myself, thank God he went back to
his bed, so he didn't fall.
My son never woke up from that seizure. He was 38 years old.
The EMTs worked on him for a long time. It was so surreal
and I wondered if I were still asleep dreaming all of it.
The blessing was... he was normal [for him] one minute...
then went unconscious because of the seizure. So he didn't
experience any disability, pain or fear before dying.
I hope I am likewise blessed.