This is Liam. I reference him a lot around here, so I thought I’d tell you a little bit about him and a little more about me. Liam is my son, he was born on March 16, 2005 and passed away December 18, 2005. He was nine months and two days old. He died from what they think was an infection. Maybe it was something else. I don’t know. What I do know is that it was quick and it took him during the night.
I think of Liam and Liam’s passing as my work. In my mind we all have work to do here, work that helps us grow spiritually and emotionally. This is my work…my greatest pain and with that my greatest potential for learning and growth. This is the nature of therapy, to me; it’s learning how to become the best version of you. It’s pushing and expanding beyond your comfort zone. It’s allowing yourself to be vulnerable.
Honestly, I don’t talk about Liam that much, not in my daily, walking-around-town life, but he comes up all the time here. This is the place that I get to keep doing my work. I didn’t know that was going to happen upon building this website. After he died people often asked me if I was okay. A hard question to answer. Was I okay? As he comes up more and more here I know that I have more work to do, but I see it now as potential for growth. It’s hard and not always fun, but it’s my life. It’s completely worth it.