Friday, March 10, 9:45 PM. Brewer.

I’m not feeling well and won’t write long.

We had Garrett’s birthday today. It was a good time. He doesn’t like cake so we just had cookies and ice cream. We did it outside on the back porch. It’s getting a little warmer these days. Amy gave him an electric guitar, a Paul Reed Smith he’d always wanted but never got around to scavenging. He’s shredding away upstairs right now. I gave him a telescope, the biggest one I could find. It’s cloudy tonight, but we’ll get out and look at the sky as soon as we can.

I’m coming to peace with what’s happening. God seems far away, but I know he’s still there. He knows best. I don’t. I have to believe that. There’s no other option. Maybe he will heal me yet.

Amy’s due date is getting closer. I pray she’s okay, and the baby is.