I talked to Amy Mitchell today. Her 3-year-old son, Paxten, died of leukemia five days after Mike died. We talked about the flashbacks and the short-term memory loss.
“How are you dealing with that?”
“Dealing with what?”
We’re moving through parallel grief. Good days and bad, anger and acceptance, laughter and tears.
Paxten is riding a purple dragon and Mike is hanging out with his aunt and grandfather, maybe playing guitar alongside Stevie Ray Vaughn.
Amy has a terrible fear of losing her 9-month-old daughter and I understand it completely. I worry about Danny a lot more than I used to.
It was good to talk to Amy to compare notes and share our grief. Paxten was a beautiful boy.
I did get some good news today: one of the TV stations in Savannah wants to do a story in advance of the rally next month. I can tell Mike’s story and maybe get more people out to tell their stories. The more faces we put on this issue, the better. One face after another after another after another … people who were loved and who died before they should have because of a broken health care system. One tragic story after another, one grieving family after another. There are 200,000 out there in the last eight years alone.
We can change things, one story at a time.
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