Time Passage and Anticipation

I am forgetting the sound of Ben’s voice.

I realized this for the first time the other night when Ben visited me in my thoughts.

I console myself that such waning of memory is to be expected with the passage of time.

Parents of sick children awaken easily.

 
Nights were a scary time with Ben.
 
I often heard Ben partaking of a snack in the wee hours of the morning. He sat directly opposite the open door of the refrigerator. Its light illumined his meal.

Although it scared me half out of my wits, I breathed a sigh of relief because he had probably precluded a hypoglycemic event.

Ben was not consciously awake when he got up at night. He was a somnambulist. 

We lived in a split level house. Do you see what I'm getting at here? Had he ever fallen down those steps ...

 
Do you remember the sound transmitter you had in your baby's bedroom? We had one of them for Ben, and it comforted me that-should his blood sugar plummet-I would hear his cries of distress.
 
Ben entered adulthood before the end of his childhood although he remained the same boy whose cries sent me racing to his room all too often in the middle of the night.