Autoimmune Disease

Dear Dad,

So some tests came back a little abnormal, and we may be going down the “c” road again.

I’ve never seen our family pull together as they did last September, 2017… we sure weren’t ready for both you AND Mimi to be on the road at the same time!

It’s a reflex. We will be with you, beside you, no matter how any of this goes. We will walk down this dark, hospital decorated road, as we smell the musk, we breathe the fear, we feel the uncertainty closing in around us – the further we are led down the dark path instead of being able to rear off onto one of light and comfort.

But we have comfort. Because we have each other. And like I mentioned earlier, it’s such a reflex for us to pull together and grab this, drive here, plan for this… whatever it takes, Dad.

You’ve always done whatever it takes for me. You’ve given me so much kindness, so much advice – just as we got this “eeehhhhhhh” test result. You offered your wisdom immediately to me and Brady. You are so selfless. You are so kind and strong and determined, motivated. I look at you, and I’m thankful to be able to call you my dad.

This test may turn out ok in the long run! (Oh what an answered prayer!) No matter what – I love you Dad! Always will. And I cannot tell you how much I will forever be thankful for all that you have done for me. No matter how alike we are. No matter how many tifs we’ve gotten into. You’re an amazing dad. That statement will forever be true! โค๏ธ

Love,

Bae๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š

Ps. I recall a shirt that would be very fitting to wear to your test on Tuesday ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’™

Hoping

I’m falling in this great divide;

The earth, it splits, and my feet on both sides.

And all my faith is shaking, I

I got to keep on hoping,

Keep on hoping,

When it all feels broken,

Got to keep your hope alive.

I’m falling in this great divide;

The earth it shifts, and I’m on the other side.

And I swear the world’s going crazy,

But I still keep on hoping,

Keep on hoping,

When it all feels broken

Got to keep my hope alive.

‘Cause this war won’t wage itself.

It’s time we tip the scales

With the weight of the world on ourselves now.

And I’ve been wrong – a thousand times or more,

But I keep on letting on.

Keep on hoping,

Keep on hoping,

Keep on hoping,

Keep on hoping-

Got to keep on hoping,

Keep on hoping.

It all feels broken –

Got to keep your hope alive.

When it all feels broken,

You know I’ll stick around –

Keep on hoping.๐ŸŒˆโœจ

๐ŸŽถ “Hoping” ๐ŸŽถ – X Ambassadors ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐ŸผClick here to listen!!!

โœŒ๐Ÿผ&๐Ÿ’œ,

Bailey

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