I wanted the four of us to be together for Father's Day, knowing it was going to be a difficult day. Of course that was not the Lord's plan. Z was taken to Texas for work, Demi and I were in Portland for softball, and Bent was home working. All weekend I checked on the girls, little texts here and there. Everyone seemed to be doing okay. I woke Sunday morning with a heavy heart, a bit of guilt also, that I wasn't with each of my girls. I did my best to enjoy watching Demi pla

"How are you doing?' Before I can even answer it is usually followed up with, "you look great." So do I answer how I am, or just say thanks for the compliment. In a millisecond my head is filled with; do I really tell them how I am, will they be able to handle what I have to say, do they honestly care, so I almost always respond, "hanging in there." She looked the same, she also sounded the same, although as I sat there staring at her I did not know who she was. A bit confuse