A season of change....

To everything there is a season...... (The Byrds)

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

Even though it is a little before my time, I have always liked that song. It is just the kind of thing that sticks in your head and you find yourself humming it to yourself in the car. Or maybe that is just me. It is a season of change. The leaves are falling (again and still!) The evenings are cooling off and the mornings are crisper. We have hit the four month mark. It has really creeped up on me. I was talking on the the phone to S the other day and she said something about 4 months having passed, and I told her it was not 4 months yet, then there was a pause as we both counted back and she gently confirmed that it had been just over 4 months. Four seems so much greater than three. Three seems like a blip, four feels like an eternity. Four months is a whole season of the year. We have gone to summer into fall. It is a season of change. We still do not know any more than we did before. We are still waiting. Waiting on him, the mercy of the system, for a miracle. The one thing that we do know, is that it is time for him to move. His body remains stable and the random reports of responses still come in. It has become clear however, that he has gone as far as he can go where he is. He needs new stimulation, different therapy if he is to have the best chances. The have brought his body from the fragile state it was in, to where he is now, but they can go no further. They do not have the programs and training for what he needs now. He needs a brain injury program, one with more mental stimulation and exercises. I am investigating the possibilities and speaking with the directors of two facilities in California. Neither is close. It will be hard. But we have all nurtured his body and his spirit, it is now time for him to be in a place where they can give him those things that we cannot. He needs to go to school. Like any parent sending their child away to school, we know that we cannot do this for him. This is the part that he has to do, and he has to be in the right environment to do it. With the best tools at his disposal. If it were all in my control he would be there now, he is ready, but of course this is another exercise in patience as we wait for the stars to align and the system to work it's process. One thing I know for certain, to everything there is a season. This is a season of change.