I have sat here and read each of your posts. Crying my eyes out like a baby. I don't even know what to say, except thank you. It's funny how much comfort you can draw from people you haven't met...but you love anyhow. And I do love you guys.
I'm home just for a few minutes to get more clothes. Bill will keep you updated. I see he's done such a good job of it. Thank you, Bill. For everything. You have been such a rock this past week.
Izzie ......the angel wings are on my phone. I look at them when I'm scared. Which is a lot right now. Thanking you.
I don't know what the outcome of all this will be. It's God's will. I do know that I love my Dad and I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't even know if I can. If it comes to that. We are hanging on to every single movement. Every smile. Every squeeze of the hand. The doctors can call it what they want. To me, it's a sign from Daddy that he is fighting. And that's all I can deal with right now.
My favorite picture of Dad, is the one they took the day they brought me home from the hospital. I was a preemie and didn't get to come home for awhile. Sometimes I think that's why Daddy is way over protective of me. He had to be from the beginning...and he just never stopped. Bless his heart. I do love him s o. I just wanted to share it with you. i gotta go now. Thank you