.
And that’s us.
Every night and every morning.
This is us.
I fought against it. I always told them it wasn’t healthy. I told them they slept better in their own beds. That they should try it. That their beds were more comfortable than my floor. It never worked. No matter what I said.
Two Februarys ago, I spent every night on the floor next to Rachel’s hospital bed. People kept telling me to go home, to get some rest. It was supposed to give me a chance, that my bed would be more comfortable than the floor. It never worked, no matter what they said.
It took almost two years, but now I understand. No one could convince me to leave her side. No matter what anyone said, I would be there. There was no place I felt safer than on the floor, right next to her.
I don’t resist it anymore. It’s been almost two years since they lost their mother. In that time, they’ve come to understand quite clearly that they will be by my side. And that there’s no safer place for them than on the floor, right next to me.
Image credit: Brandon Janous
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