No Shamrock Shake

This morning I dreamed of Shamrock shakes, but this afternoon I ended up with a small chocolate Frosty instead. (It's okay, I like Frostys too.)

Rachel and I went to visit our brother this afternoon. He seemed a little bit off when we took him out, but since he is nonverbal, it's hard to know what he is really thinking. The day was bright and sunny but cold. We drove down country roads past farms and hills just like we did two weeks ago. We thought about getting a Shamrock shake but while pulling into the McDonald's drive-thru Tim started to get upset. Thinking he might want a Frosty instead, we left McDonald's for the Wendy's directly across the street.

Rachel had her tablet with her and it has a trial version of the program "Tap to Talk". One of the pages is emotion choices. Rachel held it up and told him to pick the one that told how he was feeling. He chose "I am sad." Mom was his best friend and a constant source of love. His cries today were different than the cries of frustration I have heard in the past, and though it can be hard to differentiate emotion in one who is severely autistic, I believe he is grieving her death. Today we cried together.