Day 1177. Too Much.

My dearest Shosh and Jaialai:

Sometimes, it’s too much.  Scratch that: most days, it’s too much.

Being away from you and having to deal with this headache is more than I can bear.  Most days, I barely hang on by the skin of my teeth.  Then, there are times when even that is impossible.

Having a headache from the moment you wake up to the time you fall asleep every day for four weeks straight constitutes such times.  It took another two weeks for the headaches to subside.

What brought on the headaches?  My fear of losing the only concrete legacy I have left to give you.  I was about to lose the home I bought and paid for, the home we built for ourselves after the divorce.  Your mother’s greed and the corrupt thugs conspired to steal your future.  That is too much.

Know that I continue to fight for us, to fight to reunite us, and fight to be there for you.  Despite all the evidence, it took 5 years to exposed the corrupt Enron of Health.  This is bigger.  How much longer will this fight take?

All my love,

Dad