I am ordering a 5 x 7 print of this photo as I write, and later today I will embark on a quest for a frame worthy.
And this photograph will sit on my desk now and forever–and not because we’re wearing dry-clean-only attire but because we are standing next to true modern-day heroes, a couple who inspires me in ways my weak words will never be able to fully articulate.
When I need an ear, Richard and Deb Siravo are there.
When I need to be brought back down to earth, they help me along.
When I am angry (and, yes, sometimes I am), they have the rare gift of being supportive yet simultaneously calming.
They have taken tragedy and turned it into healing–and not just for themselves but for all.
They don’t complain; they celebrate.
They teach what they know and what the rest of the world so desperately needs to know.
And they remind me who I need to be as we navigate these waters.
Our son’s epilepsy is a journey, and these are our guides.
And I know we are in good hands.