I try to be a positive person, but sometimes I fail. Today is one of those days. Last night I sent a text to my niece regarding the care and feeding of my dog Barney should the worse case scenario occur. He has no eyes (had to remove them years ago because of a genetic condition). He's very independent and smart, but we are joined at hip. I have no family here in Nashville and few friends, so Barney is my kid.
I don't cry easily, but I could barely get the text written because I was crying so hard. I've put myself at risk because I volunteered to help with the screening and testing here at Vanderbilt. Right now I'm symptom free, but At 73 not the best choice I have ever made, but I'm an old Marine and you know how we can be.
I'm not afraid of dying, I know that I'll be home with Jesus when that happens. But, the reality is starting to set in. Trying to be strong. Love you Vol brothers!
I don't cry easily, but I could barely get the text written because I was crying so hard. I've put myself at risk because I volunteered to help with the screening and testing here at Vanderbilt. Right now I'm symptom free, but At 73 not the best choice I have ever made, but I'm an old Marine and you know how we can be.
I'm not afraid of dying, I know that I'll be home with Jesus when that happens. But, the reality is starting to set in. Trying to be strong. Love you Vol brothers!
