The holidays are past. The new year has begun. Grandmother’s health is poor but she was released from the hospital into the arms of a horrific nursing home. My brother-in-law actually worked at the exact facility and has awful stories. He finally quit, but his mother wouldn’t listen and stuck G-Ma in there.
We can only pray that God sees fit to take care of one of his angels on earth. I see travel in my future and didn’t need a horoscope to figure that out. I wish I could say, “I feel funny” and mean that I want to write something humorous. Let’s just make a wish, say a prayer, sacrifice a goat, whatever it takes to make this a good year.
Happy birthday Grandmother Bernice. 92 is a great number.