I took the morning for me. I had a slow breakfast and time
to rest and enjoy nowhere to go immediately. When I do this I get the fearful
feeling something may happen. I don’t think I will ever forget the morning of
May 30, 2009. That was the morning we took off time from church. I got the
call. Dad was in the ER, unresponsive. He had a stroke. We spent 11 days in
Asheville. It was the beginning of the end. I will never lose that weak feeling
that life is fragile and we never know what day everything will change. Now
that I have lost both parents, I know the next problem will likely be me or
Terry.
With Christ I will overcome my fears and grace, mercy and peace shall reign.
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