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God is good!
He can walk now. Slowly, ever so slowly but he does. Even though I know he's still sick I have to look at this like step in the right direction. Smiles. He's not as helpless and a small weight is lifted off my mother's shoulders. He'll never be like he was but atleast he's here. -
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He wanted to go to the fight. I didn't want to take him. Not because I have to lift him in and out of the car and wheelchair. Not because he's an adult and weighs 140 pounds, which is a weight no diaper changing table can bear. Not because the heat will reek havoc on his body. Not because for every 5 coherent sentences he says, 1 nonsense will slip ( Read more... ) -
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He was a pain in my ass. He was losing his mind and never listened to anything I had to say even if it was in his best interest. I'd often wish for a way to keep him bound to home... because the thought of him wandering around town disoriented and defenseless was scary. He thought it was about control issues and taking away his freedom. From his ( Read more... ) -
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My father is dying. I moved in with him to help him. Right now he's in the hospital. He's stable and I felt at ease enough to come home to spend the night. He's in the hospital --- this is fact. But I still hear his voice yelling for me. -
HW.All In
What if the W/C battle for House was waged in a metaphorical game of poker?
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