"Hello friends" (I bet you didn't know that Michael loved quoting CBS Sports' commentator Jim Nantz who said those two words at the beginning of his Master's Tournament coverage).

Michael is continuing his fight. He continues to sleep most of the time, but his nurses repeat that he can hear us. Michael occasionally acknowledges us with a hand squeeze or a mumble, which may be hard to understand, but we have heard some words, which bring tears to our eyes. At this point, we cherish all we can get from our boy. His vitals remain strong though he hasn't eaten for a few days now. He is on his medications and we keep him warm and comfortable.

This continues to be a tough, but humbling, experience. It is hard for us to understand how quickly he went from a more than capable man to this. But, he's still here and we try and remain grateful that we have this time with him. My parents or I being able to crawl into bed with him to keep him warm, or caress his hands or head are wonderful things. But do you understand that in a way, they are terrible, too? No negativity here! So, we try to remain in a state of grace and just be thankful that we have these moments with our Michael.

Ok, let's get to it. What's on the agenda today? Sentry duty, some good chats, some reading of the NY Post to him, with Irish music in the background. Dad and I will give him a nice shave, while Mom will dutifully keep M's room organized, with the occasional kiss on the forehead (the punk is getting more cheek pecks from Mom these days, but I'll let it slide).

It's that time in the post to say thank you to his wonderful caregivers. Most especially, Pindon W., our night nurse, our angel, who watches over our boy while we try to get some sleep.

So Michael's journey continues. Thank YOU for reading, thinking about us, maybe even shedding a tear or two, because that's ok, too...it's your love for him and that makes us feel loved, too. On this rainy day, with all this coronavirus stuff going on, give someone a smile, an elbow bump and a kind word, just like our Michael would do.