Watching Jake walk is like watching a drunken sailor. The walls seem to magically move toward him, nudging him back into line as his devolving gait takes him off course. And though I do my best to hide it, my heart sinks with the knowledge that as his disease ripens it will continue to eat away at his nervous system until walking is not an issue he will need to contend with.
This post was inspired by Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>gait, nudge(-e+ing), ripen(s)]. These three words brought back a memory that left quite an impression...I suppose that's why I locked it up in my memory center.