When It Rains, It Pours....
I got a call from my father tonight. His condition has gotten worse. He was six months to live.
Prayers, glows, candles lit...anything appreciated.
Welcome to the insights, ponderings and meanderings of a forty-something punk-rock momma with MS and trigeminal neuralgia in Portland. Rather than provoke thought, I prefer to poke it with a giant stick. 🌀
3 Comments:
hey, i just started visiting your site, thanks to drama queen, but i'll say a few prayers for your dad today.
wayne
Thanks, Wayne! It is appreciated.
You're still in thoughts and prayers around here. And this seems like a good time to tell you how much pleasure your blogs bring, so you're not only thought of often, but kindly, as well. Thanks
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