Gone is the mischief....

Its been quite a few days since I have seen Gary awake.  He is medicated and every time I go to see him he is either sleeping in his chair or napping in bed.  Apparently his seizures have stopped and he is peeing normally again.  I don't stay very long as I don't see the point.


There is not much to report.  Gone is the mischief he could create.  Gone is the  loving and tender conversation.  He is still somewhere in that broken body but the personality is not there.  He is dying a very slow death.


Meanwhile, my Dad is also in intensive care in a hospital in Virginia and has refused the doctor recommended treatment.  His days are numbered. 


I was thrilled when 2015 was over as it was such a horrible year.  2016 was incredibly taxing.  2017 seems to be shaping up to have several incredible adventures.  Only time will tell.