Hello! My name is Heidi Good Swiacki. I have been married to Steve for 25 years, which has been filled with laughter, trust and love. We have 2 great kids, Ashton 22 and Chris 16. I have ALS, aka Lou Gehrigs Disease. I was officially diagnosed March '05, I was just turning 45. This blog will be about a myriad of topics. I will share my ALS story which will hopefully encourage others. It will show that quality of life comes in many forms. I have to tell you up front that there will be some spiritual references. Don't be afraid or turned off by that. Since I have had ALS I have seen many miracles. Let's be realistic, who can be a happy, non-verbal,ventilated quadriplegic without Faith? I hope you will join me and make this an interesting, educational, inspirational forum. Humor and the ability to enjoy life is required! :)


Heidi passed away 3-25-13 :(


August 4, 2013

Hello, Steve here. To help with the healing process, I am going to continue on with Heidi's blog, primarily talking about our lives and how we as a family are learning to live on with Heidi's memories pushing us forward. Topics covered will be geared towards the affects ALS has on loved ones.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Dreams that feel so real

I have been dreaming about you quite a bit lately, Ashton felt your presence earlier this week when she was home sick. It was as though you came home to comfort your sick little girl, she sat in bed looking at old photos and feeling your warmth and love. She talked to me about the hurt she felt inside that you were gone that she could not feel your touch, see your smile, hear your voice just one more time. Were you with her when she was crying?

It was October 2013 the last time I had dreams of you, back then you were far off, but talked to me and in the end I remember gazing into your eyes and kissing you. It felt so real, I woke in disbelief that you were not there.

These recent dreams you do not talk, but you are walking and simply hug me, I can feel your arms around me.

As the ALS took you from us physically, I came to miss your voice, but what I really missed were the intimate touches, your hand on mine, your wrapping your arm around mine when we walked, your head in my chest, soft strokes across my neck

I wish I could understand how all this feels so real.

It will be 2 yrs in March since we lost you. We are still surrounded with so many questions and no answers. Were you murdered as the police think?

We miss you!
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