It is gray and raining. We are still under a winter storm watch, but the above-freezing temperatures give me cause to believe it won’t amount to much here in Moose Jaw. Maybe I’m being overly optimistic—time will tell. It’s likely to be a different story east of us.
The gloom of this morning matches my feelings, though I try not to linger there.
Our daughter-in-love had a heart attack yesterday morning. She is 38 years old. Our son called when I was on the way to pick Makiya up from school in Caronport and I knew immediately from the sound of his “hi” that something was wrong. He is miles away from home, working in the Yukon, and will fly home today. I texted back and forth with her briefly this morning. She is feeling better than yesterday and having more tests done today.
Makiya is home sick from school.
Gerry is having a cortisone shot in his shoulder this afternoon.
We carry on. In prayer.
Prayers. May all be well.
So sorry to hear that. Praying she will recover well.
Prayers, Linda, for the whole family.
Sending good wishes, and prayers for all.
Sending them back to you too, Linda. 🙂