We moved and James' health was slowly getting worse. He had so many health problems that it was often very hard for him to walk. He always had a smile on his face though. He stayed positive and we knew that he was strong and that he could fight this. Some days were good and some werent so good. He was determined to fight until he could fight no more. We had some days where we cryed because we didn't know if he was gonna be okay and then we had some days were we were so happy that he was able to joke and play with those that he came in contact with. He was surely the backbone of our family at times...alot of times.