Saturday, January 20, 2018

1/20/2018

Saturday, interrupted.

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.
 Love, Michelle

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