Better

In life we are only guaranteed two things.

To be conceived. And to die.

We all have an expiration date. The thread of life is nothing more than a scrap for some and a whole skein for others. But no matter how careful you are, no matter what supplements you take, or how much water you drink each day - the thread will be cut at some point. Death, whether you are in Samarra, Chickasha or Fiji, is going to find you when your time is up.

As a caregiver one of the hardest things to accept is that your loved one isn't going to get better. That no matter what you do there is an end to the story.

You want to do everything you can for them to help your loved one get better.

See every doctor.

Try every drug.

Investigate every cure.

Take every test, x-ray, scan or blood draw.

Pray for a medical miracle.

Medical miracles do happen. I have seen them happen. Hell, I'm pretty sure I am a medical miracle.

But sometimes that miracle is not going to happen. Life continues on and Momma & your loved ones will go on down the road and their story will end.

Why am I taking you to a really dark place?

Because when I accepted that death would come for Momma at some point I was able to truly enjoy her being alive instead of spending all my time focused on cheating death.

I began to focus on our time together. Making every day count. Enjoying every smile. Every laugh. Every twinkle of the eye.

Because by accepting that Lil Bit may not get better, I can make sure the days, no matter how many are left, are better for her.