Ouchy. Love hurts.

Grams is still in the hospital. She sat up yesterday and has been eating some. My days are a blur of rub-downs, ice chips, and bed pans. Endless sitting. But there are golden moments. Grams holds my hand and looks deep into my eyes. Grampo lights up the entire third floor with his huge smile and the love we all see between them. My daughter Emily shows strength and tenderness.

My other daughter Sarah has a bag which sports this saying:
"Ouchy. Love hurts."

It's true. But it also fills the heart.

Back to the hospital....