Thanks to Diane, I'm using her computer to blog. Both Diane and I, as well as Debbie, are here with Mom. Diane spent the night last night and we're both here tonight. She continues to decline and we're just holding her hand, talking to her, playing music, keeping her comfortable, and waiting for God's timing.
Doesn't it seem like that's what we do most of our lives? Wait. Wait for this. Wait for that. Wait for the birth of a child. Wait for the death of a parent. I'm not very good at waiting. Are you?
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