Today is the best
he will ever be again.
Someone said that to me.
I guess that is true.
This disease is progressive.
It only gets worse.
It doesn't get better.
We certainly can have
days that are better than
the last.
But today is the best he will
ever be again........

Monday was the day
She dropped him off.
I haven't heard
anything since then.
hmmmm
What to do..
I will see if she called
to check on him.
To see how his night
went. To see how his
day is going.
Otherwise, I will call
tomorrow. I will visit
on Thursday for music.
I feel sad
I feel sick to my stomach
My heart hurts
aches
devasted
I missy my daddy