there isn't words to say, or help

Honestly, I've stayed off Facebook mostly. As a family, we are hurting. He is with us, fighting, being prayed over, but the static updates just ask for more patience than we have.

Essentially, life has stopped for us. Nothing else is important. Though we are trying to focus on positives, focus on faith, praying, and all the good stories of healing, in the midst of it is just pain. Pain because one of your flesh and blood is not mobile, not awake, but fighting this horrible virus that does not discriminate. 

Sorry, but this feels like literal hell. I know my sister-in-law, mom, dad, niece, nephews, step-dad, and everyone else related or who know and love him feel the same as me. 

But we try to think of when he comes home, when we will celebrate the next holiday even more greatful than the one before, when we joke with him how he's not to scare us like that again.

I cling to that; I'm trying so hard to understand why my little brother. He's strong; he can beat this - but when you see a machine helping him breathe, when you just went to a friend's funeral, when you know this virus is a new breed, you just feel helpless.

But I claim his healing, that he just needs time and rest for his body to fight, that 60% vent, good labs is positive. I have to/we have to cling to the good about it. It's not really helpful though: not until his eyes open again, the vent is out of him, and he's joking with us again. 

The big thing is that today we made it through, but more so, so did he. 

That's what I'm thankful for on this annual thank-filled day.

Love you, Aaron. God has got you and is healing you to come back to us, and we'll see you soon and celebrate Thanksgiving for real. 

Lots of love,

Tiffany 💋