Last thanksgiving we took our 3 year old grandson to the Santa parade. He wanted to get on my shoulders to see better with my left side weakness I couldn't pick him up at all let alone hoist him up to my shoulders

At that time I had just passed my first year post stroke I was devastated I couldn't something so dple

Yesterday he was visiting and wanted to go for a walk which we did about a block from home on the way home he proclaimed he couldn't walk anymore and papa you have to carry me

I was able to lift him up and carry him back to the house still can't get him up on my shoulders but I could at least pick him up and carry him

When we got home he said " thanks for carrying me I'm tired"

The fact I could do that much brought a tear to my eye. I love the small victories they are life sustaining

Peace to all

JAY