I am in my sixties. My hair is turning back to my tow head days and thinning.
I have gained weight and have Parkinson . I don’t feel as well as I used to.
I have cared for some wonderful patients. I have held my dad’s hand while he passed from this earth.
I lived the happy days and the heartbreaking years of my brother’s wicked Multiple System Atrophy and buried him.
I have made many wonderful friends through Facebook and my blogging. I have three beautiful children and gorgeous grandchildren.
And now, standing here, looking back on my life, God is still continuing to bless me as I get closer to the other side of the mountain, by allowing me to smile big with my new set of teeth.
