Still Fighting

A year ago today (it's still Sunday for me) my family gathered all together for my wedding. I never dreamed that day that one year later we would all be together again, around my dad's hospital bed. I have to say a week ago I didn't dream it either. I wished many times today to dance one last time with my dad, as I did a year ago. It has all happened so fast, too fast. Today started out to be a good day with some hope but quickly things changed. Dad's organs have begun to shut down and he is sleeping more and more. They had us call all the family in today in fear of it being his last lucid moments. He still tonight is coherent when he is awake and we have been able to have meaningful moments with him. He is a fighter, like none I have ever seen. He is my hero. He has shown such patience and courage over the last 2 1/2 years but especially in the last few days. I tried to stay tonight but it's harder than I expected for a pregnant woman to sleep in a hospital room! So I am home. I got a hug from my dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him resting with mom and Jamie. Your thoughts, prayers, love, support and concern mean the world to us. Thank you ...

Happy Easter.