Just back from our Easter weekend trip to Chicago. It was a great trip, not too stressful. We got to see family and friends, and enjoyed PLENTY of elbow room where we stayed. On Easter Sunday, I went to church twice: once with my family to the 7:30 am Mass at my in-laws’ Catholic church, and once at 9:00 am at Harvest Bible Chapel, where my sister and I were privileged to see Kirk Cameron (who I also wrote about here). The service at Harvest was inspiring and uplifting, and the music was P-H-E-N-O-M-I-N-A-L! The reason I attended was to hear Kirk speak, but after a service like that, Kirk was just a drop in the bucket!
Upon arriving home last night, I hadn’t even made it into the house before learning that the mother of on of my neighbors had died yesterday. Very sad. She was only 59, recovering from a “routine” foot surgery. To make a long story short, she didn’t follow doctor’s orders, she wasn’t in good physical shape, and so she died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. The doctors believe a blood clot got to her lungs.
So if you’re the praying kind, please say a quick prayer for the family of Sandee.
Her death has shaken me up more than I’d have expected. She was a fixture at parties at my neighbors’ house, and I’d talked with her many times. She and I used to belong to the same gym.
It makes me realize that if I don’t get my butt in gear and lose this weight, I could be her in 23 years.
I’ll write more later; right now I’m off to pick up Chiquita and Little Sis to run errands and grab lunch.