Sigh.
My cousin is still clinging to life with a perforated bowel, 90 percent of his liver removed, no pancreas, a tracheotomy and tears in his eyes when he sees his brother.
There are many great things about being the child of immigrants, not the least of which is a daily reminder that I am the American dream.
But when someone you love is so sick and so far away and the world doesn't accommodate just checking out for a couple of weeks, well, then I am reminded that there will always be drawbacks, too.
Please send thoughts, prayers and white light to Heidelberg. In at least a couple of the world's religions, it's the season of Miracles. And I think we need one.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment