Why did I come? | Dear Diane, . . .

Diane’s life with ALS flew by way too fast.  My Houston journals remind me just how difficult it was to live within each moment.  Sometimes it seems I was stuck, holding my breath, waiting for Diane to die.

More often, though, I was sorting out what I could/could not reasonably do during my visits to Houston almost four times a year.  Here are a few things I struggled with during my November 1997 visit. Read the rest of this entry »