That parent ...
That Parent … Yesterday was the 11 th Anniversary of the day that Jesus called my Daddy up to heaven … Not a day goes by since that horrible day 11 years ago that I don’t think about him in some way. He was a man of integrity, of principle and what he said he did – he was loyal and faithful to us till the day he died. My father was also diagnosed at the age of 30 or so with Fascio Scapular Humeral – a form of Muscular Dystrophy that attacks the muscle group – basically the muscles you use to walk, sit, stand, turn around in bed, lift things, bend, pick things up and then your facial muscles – my dad could never blow up a balloon. I spent a lifetime watching someone I loved and admired and trusted grow weaker every day and there was nothing we could do to change it. Be that as it may he went to work every day and we had everything we needed as a family – except though that he did not quite understand my condition and as I got older...