Thursday, September 27, 2012

most of most

Most of Most. That's what Dad says. And his brothers. About anything that is cool. (i.e. That song is most of most cool.) In recent years, it just became most of most. No adjective necessary. The cool is implied.

I don't think life is very most of most right now for him. I think this medicine is really hard on his body. I am thankful for what this medicine is doing for him, but it is physically and emotionally taxing. I don't want to try to express on my blog how that makes me feel, or how it makes my family feel, because it is terribly personal. But, it breaks my heart. I don't need to write here why Dads are important or why my Dad is special to me or why, even beyond a Dad, he is a great person... I will, though, ask for your thoughts and prayers and good juju.

2 comments:

  1. Spending most of my childhood at your house I was so blessed to witness what a truely amazing husband, dad, and man he is. Praying with you all...

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