Getting Strong Now....

Day 163:

The title of tonight's post seemed appropriate given your fighting spirit and the those three words being the chorus of a song about a fictitious fighter named Rocky Balboa...  He never quit, Conor, and clearly, you don't either.

The nebulizer treatments have been taking hold and you're getting clearer and clearer with every breath.   Your energy seems to be at full go while your sleeping just as you always have - in fits and starts.  We'll see how tonight goes, Son.  Though certainly I wouldn't suspect it'd be any worse than the previous three nights.  Time will tell...

It's a big weekend around here, Boy'O.  I'm doing some riding tomorrow to go and meet your Great Uncle Scotty and friends Bear, Justin, JD, and Nelson... The purpose of this ride though is a bit more heavy than simply hopping on the bikes and heading for country roads and green fields.  No, sadly we're gathering together to bid farewell to a friend who recently lost his fight to Cancer; my friend Rick Sayers. Perspective and realization is everything Conor, and nothing heaps that upon already worried shoulders like the passing of a friend or loved one.

Rick was as good and as kind a man as I'd ever met.  I started riding motorcycles with him back in 2005, though only a couple times a year at best.  Still, he was the kind of guy that, when you saw him, it was as though you'd been right there all along.  Warm, inviting, friendly, and kind...  God Bless, Rick,

I'll be thinking about the path of the Lion Heart tomorrow, Son.  About how proud of you I am and how your tiny determination is yet unmatched by anything in this world...   Yes Conor, you'd a loved Rick, and he you.  He would have recognized your fighting spirit as he was a man full of the same, though in Rick's case his adversary was just too strong...

Keep healing, Boy'O.  You're just getting started and you have some growing to do...

I love you, Son.  Now and forever...
-Dad