Knowing

Another day of knowing ...

Terminal

Terminal... I think of an airport, vacation fun times, adventures awaiting. I don't think of illness or a life ending.

Pretty much my hubby's illness is Terminal. What to do - What to do. How much time ..... ? We know it won't be a year. We are not the first to deal with knowing and we won't be last. Do I blog - journal and capture the moments of love, grace, humbleness - the thought that any memory or sunset could be OUR last together. Is this my place to write thoughts- quirks -uncertainties? Many questions - no answers...