Prayers

We went to Overland Regional yesterday. Had the day off so we met up with Mom and Sam. Aunt Erin was there. Guess the whole family's coming in town. Grandpa Dan was in ICU (mom's dad). Brain bleed. Jered and I put in these backwards blue robes with sleeves that end with holes for your thumbs. Silly, I thought, since they make you put gloves on too. They only wanted two people in at a time. Can I admit that I really didn't want to go in? I had an image of my grandfather in my head and it was of big, bushy eyebrows and bright blue eyes and a easy laugh. That image did not fit my grandfather in the hospital. I mean, I know, right? Of course it's not going to fit. But I am just saying that I didn't want that image to change.

It's my one thing about funerals. I get why people don't go.

And I get why we need to. And why we need to visit people even if they're not doing so well in the ICU. And that's why I put on that silly blue robe and those rubber gloves and we went into that chilly room.

I know enough to know how these things end but I'm still praying for a miracle. I cannot yet accept that I won't open an inbox completely jammed full of every Fwd on the planet all sent by Grandpa Dan. Not too long ago, he sent out copies of a business plan he'd written up. I think he thought it would help with Artistic Imagery.

Anyway, I'm still praying he'll come back.

If you're the praying kind, I'll ask you to include him in yours as well.

Thanks.