I started my Thanksgiving Day by reading this post on Autism Vox, and learning of the murder of 12-year old Ulysses Stable in Bronx, New York yesterday. Ulysses was autistic. He was murdered by his father.
My mind turned instantly to Katie McCarron, the autistic girl who should be four years old and should be celebrating Thanksgiving today with her family. But she is not. Katie was murdered by her mother last Mothers Day weekend.
I thought, too, of Marcus Fiesel, of Scarlett Chen, of Ryan Davies, of Christopher DeGroot, and of William Lash.
It is all too much to bear.
So my Thanksgiving post today is a simple one.
I give thanks for Bud.
I give thanks for every moment with him.
I give thanks for the privilege of sharing his joys, his heartbreaks, his soaring triumphs and his daunting challenges.
I give thanks for the opportunity to share my life with him.
I give thanks for the honor of having him share his life with me.
I give thanks for Bud, autism and all.
Today, and every day.