A call that wakes you in the morning rarely bears good news.
The call that woke me yesterday let me know a dear friend's husband had died. He had some health issues (who doesn't by the time you hit your 50's?) but nothing that warned her that a day we all dread and hope never comes would soon arrive on her doorstep.
I, in turn, began making calls and sending messages to other friends, and they then did the same… so many digital arms stretching out and surrounding our friend, embracing her in a virtual hug. It's comforting to be able to connect that way with men and women who are still just school-age boys and girls in your mind.
Most of us will come together in person on Friday for the service and we'll continue to encircle our friend afterward as long as she needs us.
I've been wanting to head that way to see my parents, anyway, especially since Daddy's recent hospital visit, and my nephew, his wife and baby are visiting from Wyoming this week.
I always enjoy fitting a visit with friends into my trips home, but not under these circumstances.
One friend shared a comment his father-in-law made years ago… "when you're in your sixties, the funeral homes become your reunions with everyone." We're not yet in our sixties, but I think we've met at too many funerals already.
So if you don't mind, please say a little prayer for my friend this weekend. And while you're at it, could you pray for a bit of rain to head our way? We just passed the triple digit record – 70 (sweaty) days this summer as of today.
Oh, and two more prayer requests. I've delivered TG and her things safely back to campus – would you say a prayer for her for a safe and successful semester… and one for her recently graduated brother to find a job?
I promise that's all (for now.)
Thank you in advance.
I'll be praying for all of the above, plus keeping the East Coast in my prayers as Hurricane Irene heads its way and I'll also give thanks the recent earthquake up there didn't do more damage.
Just too much going on, isn't there?
How do we get back to simple? Or is simple just an illusion created by our memories? Probably. If so, then I'm even more grateful for my memories.
Long Hollow 
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