Do I have a great husband or what?

Can I just say that I have a wonderful husband who sacrificed his whole weekend of studying to spend time with and take care of my family. Yes, that's right, Steven had tons of studying but instead he chose to go back and forth to the hospital to see my dad, celebrate my grandmother's 84th birthday, and play with my 2 little cousins. That's a good man for you right there. I love him!!!

Heavenly Dream

I had a heavenly dream last night, it made me cry and smile at the same time. The dream had my dad in it and he was healthy. All I remember is my dad was walking up a flight of stairs. Daddy didn't have a walker, no diapers, no balance problems...he was himself. He was wearing his old blue jeans, a red flannel shirt, a black cap, and his brogans (the boots all the farmers wear). His face was full and round, he had the "Griffin gap" (the gap in his front teeth), his face and hands were red like he'd been farming, and he was his old big Joe size. I just remember him walking up those stairs with a giant grin on his face and he opened his arms. As soon as daddy opened his arms I hugged him and he held me so tight and actually picked me up off of the ground. We didn't speak. We just hugged. And that was my dream. Isn't it heavenly? Ah, how I wish I could see him like that now.

Somber

I know most people choose to use their blog to share jokes, funny things about their life, and everyday things but I like to blog because it gives me a chance to vent. I'm having a blah week. My dad (who suffers from Huntington's disease) is getting worse. He's fallen 3 times in the last 3 weeks and is slowing disappearing. What I mean by the disappearing is that he's trapped in that sick body and my dad can't be himself. He can't talk, he can't interact, he can't maintain a thought for more than 10 seconds - it's horrible. It's so depressing to watch. Most the time I can handle it, you know, it's just become part of life. This is just one of those weeks when it hits me. People are slowly not coming to visit anymore, they don't know what to say, they can't stand to see him like this, and it's just uncomfortable for them. I can't blame anyone, if he wasn't my dad it'd be hard to face too. I can hardly remember him before this disease took over. I know he was a huge man (in strength, stature, and heart). It's hard to believe that just 6 years ago he was still working a full-time job, driving, cooking...walking without a walker. Ah, heaven will be such a celebration for me. To see my dad walk, jump, dance in complete freedom. To see his eyes completely clear and hear him really talk to me. Not to mention I'll get to see my Savior, who made it all possible.