If You're The Praying Type...

Now's A Really Good Time.

The ambulances just left, taking Dad to the hospital. Mom said he couldn't remember things when asked, like what year it was and who the president was. Last thing he said as they rolled him out the door was that he couldn't remember having a granddaughter.

Oh, please, not a stroke. I can't manage my own life, much less start caring for my parents.

I've got to go meet them at the emergency room. Obviously, I might be out of pocket for a while.

Think happy thoughts, y'all. I'm not strong enough to do this by myself.