Dad’s rheumatoid arthritis reveals the best and worst that life offers

I remember seeing the hallway light creep into my bedroom.  It was 3:30 in the morning and I knew it meant my Dad was up again. It wasn’t anything new, I had seen that light turn on a lot overnight in recent weeks. I was 13-years-old and sometimes as teenagers, we don’t always catch on when … Continue reading Dad’s rheumatoid arthritis reveals the best and worst that life offers