Late last night, I was looking at pictures of Luke over at his Mom's facebook site when I stumbled upon this picture of Steve holding his son.
This one is worth millions.
Things are not going well. Luke's time with us is fleeting. From his Mom, Vikki:
How they can bear this is, quite simply, beyond my comprehension.
Watching Luke's body deteriorate breaks my heart on so many levels. Seeing him not able to eat, not able to stand, is unbearable. I am really not able to let my mind even think about it or I would collapse, and Luke will not allow it (If he even hears a quiver in my voice he says "Mom, you OK? You're not crying, right? I don't want you to cry, if you cry I'll cry and I don't want to cry.") So none of that is allowed. (Except in the garage, shower, outside, or where-ever I choose to hide!!)
I have never seen such strength, courage, and love before in the entirety of my frequently violent and comparatively insignificant life.
I rarely have been at a loss for words, but this all causes my vocabulary to shrink to nothingness.
You learn a lesson in watching all of this. A life lesson so full of things to remind you what's important. And I will remember Luke.