Today Bobby is one month old and Nathaniel is 15 months old. I have survived thus far with 5-6 hours of sleep a night, in two hour increments.
I won't lie, there are many days that I a living on fumes. Some how, some way, I get through the day. It is the little things that Nate does like he starts dancing to my phone ring tone or when he gives me a kiss. It maybe Bobby's little sleepy smile that give me my afternoon boost of energy. Whatever it is, I make it.
In all this joy, it is hard to hide the fact that my father is dying of ALS. Unfortunately, I have said this before with my mother; but I must say it again. It is extremely cruel and unfair to watch a loved one wither way and die before your eyes. If cancer is bad, ALS is worse. With ALS, my father is conscious and alert while he looses his strength and the ability to talk. Slowly, he will loose the ability to breath.
In so many ways, life is just not fair. I choose to believe that God gives us these trials to make us stronger and better people; while giving us bundles of joy to get us through the hard times.
I never give up hope.
