Erin

Dear Erin, Today is Thursday, the 17th of June.  Only 11 days ago you had a birthday.  Later this morning I will watch the last vestiges of your physical self be buried.  In silence, my soul will scream only to hold your hand or touch your face.  On this earth, though, those requests are in …

Walking

It is early Sunday.  The morning outside is gray and calm.  I am watching it through the window of Erin's hospital room.  Last night Erin had probably her first peaceful night's sleep in months.  In as much as my body told me that I needed to try to take advantage of her restfulness and get …

A turn.

Erin has taken a bad turn this week.  As many of you who have been following our journey know, this year has been a difficult.  Erin has spent most of her time in the hospital or essentially confined to her bed at home.  She' s made it out of the house a few times in the past 6 …