Here is how today is going so far...only 1/2 hr left. medications given at 7 as usual, (have to because of the timing for the rest of the day...he really needs the on board for the end of the day) Uncovered his head and just opened his mouth (I have them in a cup and pour them in, he never wants water at that moment, I dont get it, but it works for him and dr. said no biggie. Gave him the tiny bit less of prozac (going down 1 ml per week or two depending on response) and he took it fine. Then about 3 minutes later he said (notice I said...."said" not yelled, not whined etc.) Mom, that was a little too strong. Can you call Walgreens and see if they have a different flavor?" YOu didn't hear me hit the floor because I was jumping up and down. I said, sure (they only had enough to partially fill it so I will call asap) and then he said, is this a good idea? How about you buy the mints I like then I can eat it right after. I gave him a high five and said, yeah! my Q is back. He stood up and gave me another hug!!!!!! Please Lord, let this be the start. He is eating his 3 packs of oatmeal with a small bowl of captain crunch (crazy to me the hospital let them eat that stuff....you would think they would be more wholistic, maybe it is not worth the battles they have for some kids) But for him having that has helped with the transition. He still talks of them daily but not so specifically. He has a hard time separating from people. OK, so not cancelling the bus. Gonna let him try. I will be there in the morning so can hear if he is having a rough time. THEN, uggg, gonna go get ready for the funeral. I keep checking her FB page along with her sisters. She has hundreds and hundreds of friends from NY to MN and there are some really hurt people out there. I get sad at funerals, even my friend who died recently, he was my age...left kids behind, awful but it was planned for and he said his good byes to all of us. HE had a chance in life. J on the other hand, her whole life ahead of her. I fall apart when I see young people so sad. And I think when something happens to kids most of us as parents feel it too much. We can somewhat imagine. I have felt worry over my son maybe dying. I never want to know the experience.