Someone recently asked if I carry guilt.

Unwarranted guilt.

Two kids with CF.

One with Autism.

The truth of the matter is…

Yes.

Every day.

Most days I am able to ignore it.

Most days I’m able to ease Erik’s guilt over the wholething.

To continue forward and do what we must do. What we have to do. To live our lives.

Because I love them.

And wish I could take their challenges onto myself.

I try to never let them see it.

Or feel it.

I don’t know that it’s something we’ll ever shake. Or be able to fully let go of. There are risks in the future if they have kids. There are risks in the future of how their lives will turn out.

But I’d feel guiltier if they weren’t happy.

And I believe they are.

I hope they are.

I hope they always will be.