Josh needs to walk to clear his lungs of things that might be causing the infection. Last night he was pretty week but agreed to walk. We went up to the observation deck of the building. The sun was setting and there was a patient playing the piano that is up on that floor. His mom was singing while his dad photographed the two of them. She sang beautifully and the sweet melody wafted through the air. It was surreal. It was almost as if we were simply out for a stroll. The only blatant reminder that there was something amiss was his mask and the IV poll, that has become Josh's constant companion.
Dear Lord, help us to walk in a daily dependence on you. Thank you for some good days. Thank you for our dear friends and family that continue to walk this journey with us.