|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on July 14, 2020 at 2:55 PM|
Let's call your mom and have her over tomorrow for a visit, too. She will want to see you as much as she can.
We call her and we both feel a bit better. We ask her to bring a salad. One of Ben's favourite with ichiban noodles and cabbage. We made a list of all the salads we love. We want to make them all in the next few days to eat fresh and healthy.
We will find joy, celebrate this summer with family, gardens and cooking.
And in the back of my mind is that hope. That hope that some miracle will come. He will just spring up one morning and be his old self. Maybe that's this week... because what we have now just can't be true. His weak body, his puffy legs, it's just not him.