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And Better Friends...

Last post slightly angst-y so I wanted to do a follow up with the good. When I think about the fakes I typed about before and get angry enough to want to call them and scream or kick them in the shins, I try think of the flip side.  My parents have been friends with this couple for decades. There are lots of entertaining drunken stories I would stay with them when my mom traveled and my dad worked third shift. They have three boys. We were with them all the time until they moved out of state and across the country but we did go for one visit. They were visiting and we were out at Disney Springs when Dad had his first real severe downhill incident on April 28th.  They kept in CONSTANT contact after that and came for another visit in mid-December. And the visits were amazing. Laughing and storytelling; a visit that my dad so looked forward to and made him smile so much. After, they send cards and call. Hilarious cards just to let him know he’s being thought of. They have been a beaming ray of sunshine to my dad in an otherwise dark storm. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

ALS sucks by the way. 


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