Hayleigh was going on thirteen now.
The rare Neuromusuclar disease stripping things from her piece by piece.
Still Hayleigh held on to a strong faith, a faith I wish I could have.
But it was hard having any measure of faith when you watched your only daughter suffer.
We had wanted other children my husband and I but after Hayleigh's condition began progressing, my husband took off. He did not know how to watch his daughter suffer.
How do you get used to something like that?
Still Hayleigh hardly ever complains she looks at every day as a gift.
My thirteen year old daughter was the one teaching me, about faith, about looking at each day as a gift.
My daughter was teaching me to believe in Angels.
To Be Continued...