It makes me heart sick.. Not just a little twinge that goes away in an hour but a gut wrenching pain that lingers for days. Bob used to have a saying.. What life throws at you can be caught in a glove.. Damn.. I need a bigger glove.
My glove is full..But fast balls keep keeping coming in, as if being shot out of a machine.
The past week has been rough yet we still have found moments of laughter. I dont know how, but he still can bring a source of light and laughter when I am at my lowest.. I love him so much.. Little moments, One day at a time..