breath and she’s slowing down to a crawl.
“I’m not used to slowing down!” she proclaims.
At her new home, she’ll be getting professional physical therapy to keep her moving and to maximize whatever time she has left. In the big leagues, they’d call it a “rehab” assignment. She wants to one day go home and do the things she’s always done. She desperately wants to get her face on a Smuckers jar and reach the century mark. She hasn’t talked about it a lot but a few years ago when we took her up in the helicopter with my pal Paul King, Mom told us: “I want to live to be 100 years old. We’ll see if I get there!”
Unlike my wife and her constant struggle for survival, this is different. We had a long-term goal in our #JennStrong mission and we’ve had a miracle story unfold that many of you have supported in many ways.
This story I’m writing about today will not have a happy ending. My mom is going to die at some point – and sooner than we’re probably prepared to lose her. None of us are gonna get out of here alive, right?
In the tough times, a sense of humor is all you have left. We’re working on that daily.
The only happiness we’ll find are the gifts that remain.
For us, that’s just a little bit longer. A few more slices of extra crispy bacon, a couple of crab cakes and the nightly 6 p.m. Bud Light. Hopefully, some breakfast rides, new friends, a few laughs and some visits with some of my old Dundalk friends who remember her.
We’re hoping that gives her the strength to keep pushing through another day for as long as she can keep going.
I appreciate all of the kind words from so many people about my Mom.
She also thinks it’s kinda cool…
