It's all about appreciating what you have. I know things are kinda tough with health and money and living situation among other things. But check it Bassman. Seriously... with all the shit that you've done and that's happened to you... you should be dead. Like burried in the ground. Wife and daughters visiting your grave type shit. You're alive bro. You are there to take care of your little girls. Even though it fucking sucks your oldest one has the issues she has... she has a great dad. And that's you! I bet all 3 of the ladies in your house love getting hugs from your big arms, and I bet they love when you tell them it's going to be ok. I know I love having you around my life, and we haven't even met. You can walk, talk, eat, smell, see a little bit lol. You have food, shelter, a car. You have friend that care a lot about you.
I could go on. You are blessed bassman. Might not feel like it, but it's true.
Every day we wake up is a blessing. And pain just makes pleasure feel good.
And one thing you have over me that I would almost kill for. I loved my grandma something fierce. She was my favorite lady, and I her favorite little one. We got to be friends when I moved to LA at 21. We spent 6 years spending time together and I loved every minute of the time I spent with her. I miss her all the time and wish we could have had more time together. You have the opportunity to spend a great many years spending time with your grandchildren. I'll be something like 55-60 when my grandkid is just born. That breaks my heart a little bit. I have to say, in this regard I'm more than a little bit jealous of you.