Friday, April 24, 2009

At the End of the Day

At the end of the day, I close my eyes and try to sleep. There's no escaping the harsh reality that I have a child in the other room who can't move a muscle and who relies on a machine to breathe for him 24/7. Because of his disease, time offers no hope for improvement - the status quo is as good as it gets.

The end of the day is tough my friends . . . always.

Fridays are particularly tough.

5 comments:

Melisande said...

{big hugs} You are a wonderful mother, Ann.

Rachel Marini said...

I'm sorry you're having "one of those Friday's." :( I was just reading your hope quote at the top of your page. I pray this morning brings you renewed hope and strength...nights are tough but joy comes in the morning. Love, Rachel

worthy said...

(((HUGS))) Ann, you do a fantastic job. You are the most amazing woman I know. The nights are always the worst, but waking up to Jack's smiling face must make the morning a little brighter.

Dana said...

Praying for your renewed strength as well.

Anonymous said...

Hugs to you Ann. You are the best.
love,
Tess