Thank goodness I wrote three columns in advance (they were shorter because I hand wrote them on a teensy notebook). I’ve spent the last two weeks in Bismarck with Mom and Dad. Mom’s in the hospital, and there have been some tough times, but what I realize is that in the midst of the pain there are always good things, as well. My sister and I walked through the woods across the road from my parent’s house and picked some blooming Russian Olive branches to bring to Mom in the hospital. Their sweet smell permeated the room, and everyone who entered commented on their fragrance. What beauty! All of the family is gathered, and we are laughing heartily at all sorts of silly things, but there is an overabundance of love felt everywhere, and that is the perhaps the greatest gift of all. I’m catching my breath for a minute, trying to catch up here, then I’m going back. I’ve got a special column planned for a not-so-distant paper. I hope you’ll watch for it. I never would’ve thought that times could get so intense, but I’m thankful that I haven’t totally fallen apart as I usually do - no sore back, not too much insomnia, not THAT much crying. Maybe I’m learning…
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