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Light

It has been a long time since I have shared Pito’s story. Months of hard realities have passed as we have watched his health decline. Through it all there has been a light that has shined brighter than any dark moment.

A light I see in all of Pito’s children; my husband and his three brothers. A love and a bond that is so special to witness. A dedication to their parents and a love of family that is so evident in every decision they make.

And then there is Mita. A light that shines for all of us to admire. She has strength that amazes me with every passing day as I know her heart and body grow weary and tired. Grace that I learn from constantly. And faith that is unwavering. Her heart breaks while she stays by Pito’s side always, caring for him with devotion and love.

Many times in our lives we question God’s plans. We don't understand the paths He has us travelling, yet, if we keep seeking, we will find His light through all of it. He never forsakes us. And through it all, He show us pieces of Him through others and in subtleties of our lives.

I have seen Him through every part of Pito's story. May we all continue to hold strong to this truth :

"What we suffer now, is nothing compared to the Glory He will reveal to us later" Romans 8:18

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a day at the hospital

pito recovery We spent the day at the hospital while Pito had surgery. His smile was such an answered prayer when we saw him in recovery.

(More of our day with Pito at the hospital can be found here.)

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do not forget me

the joy project april 17It was the first time in so long that Pito told you he remembered who you were.  He then looked at you and said, "promise me you won't forget me." I pray those words stay with you forever.

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a love not forgotten

the joy project march 24 Every time we visit Pito, we must always re-introduce ourselves. Every few minutes while we are with him, we must continue to do this. Sadly, Alzheimer's has faded his memory of who we are. But his love is always there. It's as if the love never dies inside, even if the memories do.

There are so many times we see him agitated, frustrated, lost...and then there are times like this.

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