Life is unpredictable.
When you wake up in the morning, you just never know what to expect.
You’ll be going along, everything nice and smooth, and then out of the blue, you hit a bump or two.
I haven’t written in a while.
I hit one of those bumps—big time.
On October 7th, I was babysitting T while getting the kids ready for school.
Uncle called from his cell phone.
He told me not to worry, but he’d started feeling really bad around 2 a.m. and had driven himself to the ER.
