Bearing witness to the cruelty of MS I found myself on my knees struck down by the hopelessness. Through the pain and suffering I became a believer; dreams and visions that gave me the courage to continue. Though I thought he left a long time ago, God was on this journey. I bore witness when I wanted to run. I survived what my father endured; his fight with MS. I thought of the journey of others, what we survive, my brave girlfriends who have survived their own beasts. I hope you enjoy the message and my admiration.

My Father. My Friend. Our Journey.
A flawed brave valiant man, his equally flawed devoted daughter, indefinable never perfect love connection.