The aftermath of my accident has been apparent in my 10 year old son Graeson. He has been clinging to me physically. The moment he get's home from school he has been wanting to be by my side. "Where are you going to be?" is the question he asks me over and over again everyday. My poor baby boy, he has been through so much. He is the oldest, and of course assumes a lot of responsibility. TOO MUCH. I'm always reminding him that he is still a child, and not the dad. Every night a bedtime he is a ball of anxiety. He has moved off of the top bunk, because he feels "far away from his family". So, we have a routine, after I put the kids to bed I stay in the room next to theirs for about 20 minutes. In that time he will yell for my name several times, and I will reassure him that I am there. Last night I had a moment of inspiration. I went in his room and with his help created a beautiful visualization. It included me being near him, and when I would leave that a white light would still connect us to each other, so we are ALWAYS joined and united. Immediately when I said this he relaxed and was deep in a peaceful sleep. Tonight, he was so happy and said, "All I have to say to myself, is 'I'm connected to Mom' and I feel so good, I fall right to sleep". WOW... I am so happy for him. I'm so grateful that we ARE so connected, and that my children are healing from their nightmare. My beautiful boy is fast asleep CONNECTED to lucky me!