Sunday in May

"April showers bring May flowers. May floods wash the soil from the May flowers and they wither or die!"
This is probably not the best day to blog, since my mood seems to be matching the gray skies and soggy clouds outside.
James' days are quite numbered, but he continues to have his "Gravy" personality and his unique sense of humor. There is one odd thing. He has a hearing loss, due to way too many trips in that "Big Mac". However, with increased suffering, his hearing has intensified and become his most keen sense. There is just no whispering around him any more. As he told Kate, "It is not polite to whisper." His bionic ears are listening!
We continue to try to make his suffering bearable, and relish the time that we have together.
May God offer him peace.
God's blessings on this Sabbath,
Cathy