Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Rough Sailing

Before hailstorm

The husband of a close friend has died unexpectedly.

I received her call early this morning.
Will phone back this afternoon and see what she needs me to do — if she knows, poor thing.
I think I can safely start packing, but I also don't want to be in the way, so am giving her a few hours to ponder my question: "Do you want me to come?"

After hailstorm