It hurts me to see her like this, always tired and not feeling well. She is not the woman I married, so spirited and full of life. Four beautiful children she has given me.
Astoria, with her mother's eyes & nose (and unfortunately my large forehead). My oldest star is off to college, a Music Performance major.
Cassiopeia, my little strawberry. The only other redhead in the family, she's in sixth grade already.
Luna, my baby star. How on earth do you tell a four year old that her mama is going to live with the angels soon?
Farkle, my only son, I worry about him all the time.
Jenny says there's nothing to worry about, but I know better than that. She's more beautiful than the day I married her. Even if she's as thin as a new sapling, always tired, and incredibly pale, she puts humor in the situation. "Just because I'm a skeleton with a lump doesn't mean I'm in a slump." She always does that, makes light of a hardship. I don't know what I would do without her. They have tried most everything, and it hasn't worked. All that's left is to pray. So I ask you God, please don't take my sunshine away