A hard day for my boys. Sometimes it hurts so much.
Everyone stayed home with my mom. And I ventured off to my second home, the hospital.
A few dear friends stopped by to be a timely distraction while I was gone. It lifted their burden a little.
David is holding steady with the smallest incline and at the speed of a tortoise.
But at least it’s forward and not backwards, I tell myself.
I also imagine him awake and on a steep incline upwards.
I hope to never take love for granted ever again.
I noticed today that when I talked to him his heart rate would speed up a little and when I was quiet, his heart rate would go down. I don’t care if it’s true or not. I wish it true.
That he hears me; and is happy to hear a familiar voice.
Get better soon, my darling; soon.
I bet he does hear you! Just sayin...
ReplyDeleteI believe it!!!
Delete