I've never be a conformist, even when I was; I did it my way. I must say I've completely succeeded in topping my own expectations of compassion, understanding and empathy. My husband is reaping what he has sewn in so many ways.
Yesterday brought with it the realization that "it ain't over," and maybe won't be until somebody is in jail, or hurt. Even with the seriousness of the situation, I feel no fear. I know God has my back.
My husband is in such a bad way. He went outside today and literally fell in my arms twice. I had to escort him into the house, where he has been for a solid weak. He very well may have waited too late. He may have denied himself directly into his grave. We will see.
At this point, I am like a spectator, I watching and waiting for the change to come.