“Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.”― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

It’s 1  : 07 PM on day 1363 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to  brush my teeth, pray, feed myself  bran flakes  for breakfast,  read Psalm 50,  publish my Disability of the Day feature,   stretch my hamstrings and promote my Eradicate AIDS campaign – still no donation so far.

Two days ago my paternal grandmother came to stay with us for the weekend usually I would spend all the time that I could with her but now it’s hard for me to be around her there’s nothing worse than watching someone you love slowly slip away and being powerless to stop it.