Errol Milner Clifford 2006-2009

Errol Milner Clifford was born with a significant heart defect and a cognitive disability that prevented him from walking or talking. As we grieved the child we had anticipated, Errol’s full-bodied smile and irrepressible laugh turned our sorrow into joy, and taught us that many of the best things in life are unexpected. Inspired by Errol’s delightful spirit, friends, family, and neighbors rallied to support our family’s significant emotional, physical, and financial needs, through countless acts of selfless generosity. When Errol’s courageous heart finally failed him on December 23, 2009 we were left numb with grief. In these dark hours we listen hopefully for the echoes of Errol’s brilliant laugh. This blog is the story (starting from present and working back to Errol's birth) of the life and times of the amazing Errol Clifford.


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Puzzle Pieces


I’ve written about trying to stay in the present, but I also like to know as much as I can about Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome and what lies ahead. We are a part of a Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome listserve with other parents RTS children (many aren’t still children, but have moved into adulthood). Although there aren’t that many people with RTS (there’s only 3 that we know of in North Carolina), the families are a tight group and are always sharing advice, sympathy, and camaraderie. My wife, Cary, our listserve liaison, gets about 40 e-mails a day from the listserve . There is a lot to talk about, and it’s always good to know when others are also carrying your burden (which is a lot more often than you’d think). It’s good not to be alone. It’s also good to share in the excitement and triumphs of life. We are always learning about Errol, but it always draws us out of our perfect present.

Tonight we learned that many RTS kids suffer from psychological disorders which, with boys, kick in around late adolescence (here I go again, hurtling into the future). There are issues with obsessive compulsive disorder, excessive anger (who wouldn’t be mad), anxiety, and other problems (of course, it’s not like typical kids don’t deal with these issues, too, it’s just more likely with RTS). It’s hard to imagine sweet little Errol suffering these maladies, but, like much about our bodies, most psychological problems seem to grow worse with age. As we are learning from our listserve posse, a lot of RTS kids get overstimulated, and parents often have to calm their environments by taking all the pictures off the walls (if their children haven’t already done this for them). Cary’s an artist, and our walls are adorned with her gorgeous photographs. It’s tragic to imagine us erasing all this beauty from our walls. But here I go, jumping ahead again. There are no guarantees on the future; bad or good. Errol could be a photo-hater or an artist, himself (probably more along the lines of Jackson Pollock than Rembrandt Van Rijn). Only time will tell. Still, every day we get a fuller view of the puzzle that is RTS, and today it wasn’t a pretty picture.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Jonathan,

There are times when the support system is truly helpful, invaluable. And others when knowing more makes one just too vulnerable.

Marigene