I don’t have the answer.
I can’t tell you why Heidi and I – and Beckett and Brody – have been dragged through this.
And, more importantly, I can’t tell you why today, a day I took off, and putz-ed around the house, was totally easy. And almost boring.
There’s no guide book: why you get dragged through life’s ringer one day; and verge on boredom – for the first time in 5 years – another. Why question it? That’s just the way it is, I suppose.
Random.
I’m really happy. Really, really happy. And Beckett and Brody are happy. And after all we’ve been through, what else more is there to say? We’re going to the press screening of Kung Fu Panda 2 tomorrow. I’m going to a baseball game with friends later that night.
And that’s it.
It’s not remarkable. And yet, it’s quite remarkable, in context.
Geeez, when it comes down to it, I’m reduced to cliches … I’ve stared hell in the face. And every time I think about where I’m at now, it just seems magical.
Cynics, forgive me.
– Ed
Bacon and Candy 
Miracles are like flowers. We need to nourish them and let them grow. I have read your interesting account of your son Beckett’s miracle. I urge you to find a good church to nurture Beckett.
I am a client of Alison and a retired teacher of high school English and journalism.