My Grammy is resting quietly in the hospital. She has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. She is as responsible as anyone for my upbringing. She bandaged my knee when I fell from my bike. She smacked my backside with a yardstick when I had done wrong. She sent innumerable care packages to my troops and me filled with cookies, Sea Breeze, baby wipes and newspapers from home. I have never imagined life without her until today. I am distraught. I ask for prayers from my friends who believe and ask for support from my friends who do not.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 05:12:22 +0000
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