Dad has had some rough nights lately. The pressure in his brain has been high, and they've had to treat him with fluids and narcotics, which they had taken him off of. With brain injuries, they don't like to give pain medications because they need to be able to see how the brain responds. Dad hasn't responded yet, and that is somewhat troubling.

They did take the ventilator out of his mouth and did a tracheotomy, and took the feeding tube out of his nose and put a permanent one in his stomach. He is breathing on his own, which is amazing to the doctors. However, his brain is not improving, and that pretty much stinks. We are all hoping for a miracle, but realizing that that miracle gets farther away every day my dad doesn't wake up. Again, it pretty much stinks.

However, the beauty in the situation is that we all feel peace with whatever the outcome will be. If my dad taught us anything, it is that sometimes trusting God is the only thing we can do. I've never doubted that he believed it.