As we reach the fourth year, we have witnessed the numerous times she’s relapsed. Fortunately, it has never been too bad in terms of her symptoms worsening but give us another thirty years and I do not think we will be okay with it. No matter how many years pass, it will hurt just as much to see her walk deteriorate and to see that glum expression on her face.
Her laugh lines will not be due to her laughter.
She will continue to need us to hold her up—her weight forever in our arms.
But no one can worry too far into the future I suppose.