Troy’s breathing continued to worsen the next day, it was hard to believe how much had changed in just one day. He was really starting to struggle to breathe, and it seemed the meds weren’t helping at all. As I look back 10 years, I can see it all unraveling. So many prayers were being said for him, but his symptoms continued to worsen. It was all surreal, like this can’t be happening, but it was. The Sunday prior was Father’s Day, I could tell he was feeling worse than usual. I stayed home from church because I was afraid to leave him. Little did I know that the week would continue to go downhill for him.
Jane is a Widow 