I found out that the woman who did James’ initial evaluation for speech therapy died a few days ago. She wasn’t that old, either. Not at all.

When I saw it in the newspaper obituaries, I was like, “I know that name! I know that name! I’ve heard that name before!” And come to find out, I did. She was able to figure out where James was having trouble and start the ball rolling on what should be done in about twenty minutes, and we kept in touch since James had tubes put into his ears a day later so as to give him time to heal before he began speech therapy. She was a nice lady. This is pretty sad.