I wrote an update earlier, but must have forgotten to submit it.

Lola, I love that storm jar. That must have been helping to keep me above the waters today.

The prognosis for Gary is not good. He's not expected to survive the weekend. My heart is heavy, yet there is a strange peace in the depths of my being. And why does that hope still nag at me...Gary's body is damaged beyond repair, and can't hang on much longer...yet I continue to hope for a last-minute miracle. I believe that nothing is impossible for God. But I think that perhaps it's time to cross that bridge and let Gary go Home. I'm sure my Dad is waiting at the Edge with golf clubs in hand, eager to show Gary the greenest greens he's ever laid eyes on.

I just can't speak too much tonight. Will keep you posted.
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When you don't like a thing, change it.
If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

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