On Feb 7, 2012 We lost my Great Grandfather.  He was 4 months away from turning 100 years old.  This is a picture of him and my daughter.  Chloe absolutely adored him and he was pretty smitten with her.  My mother has visited my grandpa every Sunday for the past 16 years.  It has become quite a tradition that we have "ice cream Sundays" with grandpa.  My children haven't known anything else.  I know that the memories of our Sundays will be with my children forever, and I am so grateful for that.   As we were preparing for his funeral, I was flooded with memories.  Not just memories of my grandpa, but little glimpses of my life.  I was suddenly aware of every breathtaking moment in my life.  And as I thought I was already pretty much a very in touch person with my emotions, very attached to all of my memories, and very determined to make every single second a precious memory.  I realized that I am not done making memories with my dad.  I am not done helping my children to make even more memories with their Papa.  While my dad has so many things fighting against him, within him, trying to kill his body; we are not going to just stand by and let him go.  We all have days, especially my dad, when it seems like enough is enough.  Then we get little glimpses of hope.  Last Friday evening we had to rush my dad to the hospital.  For several days he had been "crashing", his blood sugar dropping dangerously low.  This is very unusual for my dad.  He has been a diabetic for over 20 years.  His normal blood sugar levels are in the 300's, and that's after 850 unit of insulin.  Friday night, my parents went to dinner and by the time they arrived my dad was unresponsive.  My mom took him to the hospital where they found his blood sugar was 54, his pulse was 60, and his blood pressure was 95/56.  This was after 4 glucose tablets and 2 spoons full of peanut butter.  They gave him straight sugar water to his vein and was able to eventually bring all his vitals back up.  He was released several hours later.  We followed up with his Endocrinologist this week and she has decided for the first time in as long as I can remember that he is taking to much insulin.  They cut his insulin in half!!  This may not seem like much to anyone else, but to us it means he is losing weight and moving around enough to not need as much medicine.  His liver doctor is also very proud of the progress he has made in losing weight.  While I always worry that I will lose him, it makes it seem a little further away when we get good news.  I am happy that he feels like he has a reason to fight for.  I know that he has many more memories that he wants to make, and that is all I can hope for!