sometimes there are real encouragements that he will get better

sometimes there is the hard hitting reality that he is not well

sometimes there is the fear that he will never be close to who he was

sometimes there is more that a reasonable burden

sometimes breathing seems excessive

sometimes there is the hope that time will bring someThing different--even if it is only someThing different

sometimes the loneliness brings an ache that noThing can change

sometimes all the people and all the pleasantries don't help

sometimes no one here understands--least of all him

sometimes his self-awareness has disappeared seemingly

sometimes appropriate behavior seems to ellude him completely

sometimes normal doesn't come close to describing life then nor now

sometimes hope becomes so illusive it seems safer to not hope

sometimes...no

always Jesus is there and He is enough