it could be, and at times I don't know which end is up, or even if what I'm doing is right or wrong, or enough. My Dads health is declining by the day, and no matter what I do it seems futile, too little too late. Two steps forward, three steps back. Get the picture?

This is the face of the Dad I love. This is the face of the Dad I'm losing, bit by bit, before my very eyes. And no one can help me.