It's Easter Sunday. I've prepared a fun Easter trivia game for church. Like every Sunday, we arrive early to get things ready for our together worship. We have a few minutes to play memory while waiting for our church family to arrive. Trevor has a seizure. One minute he's playing Memory. Happy. Engaged. Triumphantly winning. The next minute he's staring into space while his lips smack together rhythmically. 20 seconds pass like this, then he's back. But not quite. There is always a fog after a seizure and he's acting foggy. I ask him if he feels okay. I always ask. Even though he always says the same thing. I suppose I'm hoping that one day he'll be able to tell me. To help me understand the storm inside him. Like always he says, "I don't know." but wants to keep playing memory again. So we do. A couple minutes pass before he starts crying that he feels sick. He's going to throw...
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