My buddy, Conor, 15
One thing about which I have no regrets is the time I have spent with my sons and, in the context of autism and this blog, my time with my 15 year old severely autistic son Conor. Many years ago I vowed to do whatever I could to make his life as enjoyable as his Autistic Disorder and profound developmental delays would possibly permit. To that end I engaged in autism advocacy in our province where, along with other dedicated parents, substantial success was realized. I have advocated specifically on his behalf to the best of my ability. I have spent much time with my buddy cherishing each moment and conscious of the importance of enjoying my time with him. We have had fun, lots of fun. What I have enjoyed most is walking with Conor. In part because walking is something I have always, always, always done.
As a child I was a "wanderer". I loved to just go "exploring" often before anyone else in our very safe military base community was up and awake. I loved to walk the roads of our town and more than anything I loved to walk the trails and woods. With Conor that has been probably my greatest joy just walking with my buddy along the beautiful trails of our community, along the rivers and in the woods.
I have no regrets except that which I can not forestall forever ... the inevitable day when I can no longer walk with Conor and he must walk his own path through whatever wood, into whatever field, his life takes him. I accept it as the reality that looms ever closer without regrets in that I have not squandered the time that I have had, and will not squander the time that remains, to enjoy his presence with us. I do regret that some day my time walking with Conor will end. I will walk with Conor until that day comes when I can not do so, the day when he continues on his own.
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