Life is Beautiful
I’ve been meaning to blog about my nephew but I can never get myself to do it. Somehow in the middle of it all I just lose it and cry. My nephew is what people nowadays would call a special child. We learned about his condition when he was two and a half years old and his parents had to send him to a special school where his classmates were about ten years older and two times bigger than him. Him being autistic didn’t quite sink it then but as time passed I knew that he wasn’t going to be what I’ve always wanted him to be.
We as a family have reached a point where we’ve accepted him and his condition but not a day goes by that I don’t stop and think about what could have been. When he was born, I could barely look at him because he was too dark and his head was oddly shaped. By the time he was a year old, I could hardly put him down. He was the little brother I’ve always asked for in my prayers. But when I learned the he was autistic, I felt my world crumble. It was like someone took everything I treasured the most in my life. But life goes on for us.
Everytime I’m with him, I never fail to tell him how much I love him and how much he means to me. To say that he makes my life worth living is an understatement because he is my life. Every picture, every phone call, every smile means more to me than anything else in the world. And if ever I find myself wondering why I continue to do what I do everyday, I know in my heart that it is because of him. I hope he understands how much we love him because no words can express how much he means to us. We taught him how to talk, how to sing, how to hold his spoon and fork and how to poop but he has taught us more than that. He taught us how beautiful life can be.
