Not just a whole lot to report these days. Patty is getting worse, but you know that's what's going to happen. Most noticeable is her voice, won't be too much longer and she won't be talking at all. Frankly, her body is about as bad as it can/will get, she hasn't had weight on her legs for over a year now, hasn't scratched her own nose in at least as long.
Losing Ben was really hard on us, (like it was on all of us). Feels like that was forever ago. With Ben, and now all the ice buckets, Our oldest has a lot better grasp on how severe the whole thing is, she's trying to shut down, but I think I'm doing fairly well at keeping her in the present. Patty would like to help, but as soon as she gets emotional, her voice, and breathing get too bad for her to talk, so I pretty much spearhead the whole thing.
Life just stays normal (thank god for Netflix!) we're actually still doing pretty good. But I really do miss talking to her.
) one of the most forgettable meals of a lifetime, but I remember the whole setting like it was today. Then we got a motel room with a view of the strip club across the street.