Watching for the Executioner

I can hear him walking back and forth up and down the halls. With each step i can tell he maybe coming closer. The dreaded inevitable maybe just around the corner. Is the waiting worse the the actual moment? I'm not really sure... only time will tell. What am i speaking of you ask? Well let me tell you. Earlier this week ... say around monday night at 11:30 it struck it's first victim Allie. She spent the next 12 hours in constant pain and suffering puking her guts out.... there was a short pause in time... the it struck again .. around 7:00 pm last night.... the stomach bug hit Samantha. From around 7:00 - 4:00 am Samantha spent most of her time praying to the porcelain tuba. This morning we had to go make sure baby heady survived ok and that sammy was good. When it was all said and done we had killed 4 hours and seen 3 bags of fluid empty drop by drop through sam's IV. Now here i sit.... sam is in bed resting, and recovering. Wondering if she will ever eat again. Allie is at grandma's house probably playing and watching the Lion King on DVD for the 2 millionth time. Here sits old dad... i can her his footsteps outside my cell door.. just wondering when he will come in and club me in the head. I hope i do not fall victim to the same fate as the rest of my family, but it seems impossible to escape. Although i feel normal, i feel he may come at any moment and wish me happy birthday... i guess only time will tell.