todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
that when the pain got bad enough, good things happened because I was able to be just honest enough, just open-minded enough and just willing enough
that my Mom has been moved the the ICU of a rehab center -- that's progress
that most, if not all, of her living and dying affairs have been taken care of before this illness
that the less selfish I become, the happier I seem to be (this actually happens ocassionally)
that my God (as I understand Him) is not a punishing God; He gives me the freedom to fuck up and the freedom to make things right, if and when I wish
that I still seem to be pretty damn healthy
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.