“One day everything will be well,
that is our hope.
Everything’s fine today,
that is our illusion”
There are good days…
Days such as Christmas when things like Snoopy and Woodstock flannel sheets,
along with a handmade Georgia Tech teddy bear is all it takes to make
one happy and content.
There are bad days…
Days when the weight and heaviness of reality is coupled by the
frustratingly helplessness of a losing battle of body …
And yet the turing of the calendar page always brings renewed hopefulness.
A new year,
a new day,
a new month,
a new hope…
The hospice nurse told us yesterday that things with Dad are status…
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