We live in a 4-bedroom house.
And this is us.
Every night and every morning.
This is us.
I used to fight it. I used to tell them that it wasn’t healthy. I’d say they’d sleep better in their own beds. That their beds are more comfortable than my floor. But nothing worked. No matter what I said.
Two Februarys ago, I spent each night on the floor next to Rachel’s hospital bed. People told me to go home, to get some rest, to try my own bed. They said it would be more comfortable than the floor. But nothing worked. No matter what they said.
It took me almost two years, but I finally understand. No one was going to convince me to leave her side. No matter what anyone said, I wanted to be by her side. There was no place where I felt safer than on the floor, right next to her.
I don’t fight it anymore. It’s been almost 2 years since they lost their mom. In that time, it’s become clear that by my side is where they want to be. To them, no place feels safer than on the floor, right next to me.
Credit: Brandon Janous
