Repost: Brother George’s Last Day

Fourteen years ago, my brother George passed away. He was 54 years old. George called on the evening of May 2nd, 2004 and told me that death was coming soon. My response: “Can you hold on until tomorrow? I’ll get there as fast as I can.” His response was, “I’ll try.” Thanks to my husband Ray,…

An Early Morning Trip Out Into the Rain

Ray and I were awakened around 5:30 this morning by the rumbling of thunder and the flashing of lightning as a thunderstorm rolled into the Sherman area. Rain came pounding down, which normally would be comforting when all snuggled in bed, but not this time. We had not completely covered the trailer out back, which had…