This week the father of Goosey's classmate passed away after a long battle with Parkinsons Disease. He had been in the hospital for a year. An eight year old losing his father. It makes me physically hurt to think about it.
One of Lew's classmates has been in the hospital all week. He should return to school today. The teachers haven't been given permission to tell us his diagnosis, so we're all anxious for today when he will return and the mom can update us. We're crossing our fingers and hoping it's something manageable, and not something terminal.
And then there's the little sister of one of Lew's classmates. Her mom told me yesterday that she's having brain surgery next Wednesday. Two years old, and having brain surgery. I could tell the mother is scared to death, but was trying not to break down as she told me about it.
Hug your families and count your blessings.
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WOW how sad. I know, I often think about this especially during this time of year. I worry about the "bad" things far too often, and I just have to remember that we can't chose what will happen to us and our families, but just enjoy every good day is SO IMPORTANT!
So many things can happen so quickly to remind us just how fragile, wonderful this life is.
Today I have been constantly reminded that, even when things are hard and super sucky, God has been constantly watching out for me and mine. There has always been a window of hope, a tiny solution, a check in the mail--nothing big enough to fix the problems permanently, but enough to keep us going. Every time we are at the end of our rope, He throws us a few feet more. Hopefully one day we will get to the part where we get pulled up entirely, but until then, it is enough to know he is looking after us.
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