Sunday Evening and status quo...

He remains the same. He looks wonderful, like he could sit up at any moment, but of course he hasn't. I spent several hours alone with him this afternoon. I took down the rail on his bed and laid against his chest, and I sobbed. That wall of a man has been there for every low point and every celebration, and on that chest I have cried a million tears and laughed a million more times. I think today I even doubled that. The unknown is excrutiating. The only thing I do know, is that if it is possible he is the one who can do it. The warm shoulder under my cheek, so familiar that I have a million memories that my mind can take me to. I spent 6 hours today on that shoulder, just drawing from his warmth and absorbing his strength. When I hold my children tonight, I know that it will be both of us embracing them, reassuring them. I think that is the best that we can do right now.