Most importantly, you cared for him. You were as excited and as proud as me when my son would make strides or reach a new milestone. You taught me how to help him and how to continue to develop skills and make transitions easier, for which I am eternally grateful.
We had to move away from you but there are reminders of your work everyday. When he uses a spoon to eat he quietly reminds himself "Don't flip". Whenever he sees little Chef Boyardee containers of ravioli he says "Amy gave it". When he is stressed or overwhelmed with his environment he asks me to count on him (using the joint compressions you taught me to calm him down). Whenever he sees a textured therapy ball he remembers you and excitedly talks all about your blue "spikey ball". The little boy who was terrified of baths and hated water touching his head now showers regularly and loves it. The little boy who was perplexed by playground equipment can now climb, jump and swing with the best of them. The little boy who could not go out in public without throwing himself on the store floor or running away now goes shopping with me all the time and holds my hand as we walk to the car.
We still have challenges, we still have a long road ahead, but because you cared we feel equipped for the journey. Thank you.