Even though Dad still has much strength and vitality to regain and he must continue to regain thinking processes, he is amazingly becoming the man we have always known and loved. He acts like himself. He speaks in his rhythms. He reasons in his logic. He has remained the calm in the storm--the peaceful one. Mom and I may have grown weary and weak and on the verge of losing it but he somehow continues to be our calming force; which, of course, is God working through him to help us all maintain our sanity and faith through this ordeal.
Joy is found among the sorrows.
Happiness appears between the troubles.
Hope is around every turning corner.
Peace is evident in the eye of the storm.
And the storm is calming now, barely visible.
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