Any of you that are the praying sort, could you put in a good word for my foster-sister Marie? Her health has taken a terrible turn for the worse, and she's not expected to last the night, the last I heard.
She and Louie, her companion of forty years, were at long last to have married next month.
Her nephew Danny, who will have the task of making arrangements, is recovering from a massive heart attack of his own, and just buried a brother a few weeks ago.
Sometimes life just sucks.
She and Louie, her companion of forty years, were at long last to have married next month.
Her nephew Danny, who will have the task of making arrangements, is recovering from a massive heart attack of his own, and just buried a brother a few weeks ago.
Sometimes life just sucks.
I'm not lost. I know where I am. I'm right here.