I rose before the sun today
And slowly walking made my way.
Down to the shore where I could see.
The waves that roll in endlessly.
Although my traveling days are done
I can remember everyone
Each journey that I ever made.

As She Got Older

When I have trusted God and let go of control and left it in his hands its always turned out much better than anything I could have ever came up with. With a terminal illness like Pulmonary Fibrosis trying to control things will make you feel insane. Each day is different. I am learning to adapt and in the process learning some patience. A virtue I have not mastered, I can assure you but there is progress.