Keep Fighting

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Keep Fighting, two simple words but put them together and they are two very powerful words.   Those were the two words I constantly repeated to Martin every time I had a FaceTime call with him while he was in the hospital fighting COVID.   "Keep fighting baby," and that is exactly what he did.  He kept fighting.  He fought to stay alive.  He fought to get better. He fought and fought and fought so that he could return home to us where he belonged.  He fought until his last breath.  I am beyond proud of him for fighting as long and as hard as he did.  I think about all he went through and yet he kept fighting and hanging on for us, and that is what makes losing him so much harder.  I really did believe that he was going to make it back home.  Yes, it was going to be a long journey home, but Martin would have done everything he needed to make that happen.  Simply put Martin would have continued to fight for us. One day Graeme and Elsie will know just how hard he fought for them, and they will be so proud of their Papa like I am.  

While Martin kept fighting so did I.  I fought everyday to get information about his health.  I fought to keep it together.  I fought my own COVID illness for a little over a week alone.  I fought to have enough strength to take care of Elsie and Graeme.   I fought to stay strong for Elsie, Graeme, and Martin because they all needed me.  It was a daily battle, and yet I continued to fight. I still haven't stopped fighting.  My fight now is just a little different than the one I intended.  I think about how I would have fought to be by Martin's side on his road to recovery,  but that just wasn't meant to be.  So now I  continue to fight to stay strong and keep it together for Elsie and Graeme(some days that's a difficult task).   I fight as I navigate this unexpected curveball life as thrown at me.  I fight to keep Martin's memory alive for Elsie and Graeme. I also fight to make sure Martin's story is shared and never forgotten.  I sometimes feel that in this world we live in it is easy to move on from one tragic story and focus on another. I fight because I know Martin's life was cut short(as were many lives) and it truly didn't have to happen. The only thing I can do is keep fighting.  

Andy Grammar says it best,
 "I will fight
I will fight for you
I always do until my heart
Is black and blue"

Keep Fighting
What Martin did for us and what I will continue to do for him. 
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