1st December
2008
Poor guy. He heads to the kitchen for water, “Want some?”
I was Ok but thought it’s nice of him so, “Ok.”
He got the water from the fridge, came and got my glass, filled it, drank it and came offering me the lid for the water pitcher.
Please speed this journey up, Lord, or turn it around. It’s difficult to watch, day after day.
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Just know that I am praying for you and Wayne. I am faithful, you are in my heart.
The heart of gold still shines through the fog, doesn’t it?
Oh, Jean… I wish I had words to comfort you today! I never seem to find any that might help. All I can do is pray for you!
You are loved and respected!
Angie xoxo
Ya gotta laugh. No disrespect intended. My mom put bananas in the microwave because she couldn’t remember where to put them.
I opened the microwave to heat a cup of coffee and – yikes! Bananas????
She also put a cantaloup in among her african violets on a small table by the dining room window. At that time my dad was looking after her. I don’t know if he noticed or was just to tired to put the cantaloup in the fridge.
What will be will be. All you can do is love him.
Hugs.