The most important thing in the world is family and love.
A while back, shortly following Dad’s death, a blogging friend inquired about
This friend had been patiently and graciously following my sad daily
tale of Dad’s battle with cancer.
This friend had also joined in prayer and was an ardent supporter offering words
of consolation and hope during my 24/7 ordeal of driving over daily those many months
to care for Dad as well as my stepmother.
He had wondered in all of this ordeal about my husband as he was pretty certain
I had, form time to time, mentioned having one…
so he was wondering if he had been supportive.
And it did seem as if I was “alone” a good bit of the time during my time of constant
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