Edited to add ~ The medical supply place in Gainesville sent boxes for us to return the medical stuff…wheelchair (hate typing that), feeding pump, i.v. stand (hate typing that, too). The boxes came a few days ago and startled me because I couldn’t remember what it was for. They had Andrew’s name on the label and it totally confused me for most of the day. Then it dawned on me.
Today, without warning, the UPS truck came for the boxes. We didn’t have them ready. I cannot look at these things. I asked my husband to put them all in the garage weeks ago…8 weeks ago.
I haven’t asked for prayer in awhile. I am asking now. My husband will have to do all of this because I just can’t. But the UPS man will be back tomorrow and I will be here alone. I will have to get the boxes to him and I am so afraid of seeing those boxes. My heart beats faster and I get hot and choked up just thinking about it. So, I just need prayer for myself…for our family.
update to above ~ He is boxing the stuff right now. I will leave them in the garage and when the UPS man comes, I will just raise the garage door. It will be ok.
by Melanie Dorsey
Jars of clay
We are yours.
Have your way.
(photo by Linda Charlene)
Just going through some pictures…
So Andrew…I just love him…and oh…how I miss him.
The Fam…in Gruene, TX
Short-haired girl, shaggy boys!
That T-shirt One Fine Man is wearing is one of 2 I have threatened to burn. I have just seen enough of them…especially 2 years in a row in our Thanksgiving pic! But, I sure love the man inside the T.
(taken spring -09…before the nightmare began)
‘Can’t help lovin’ that man of mine…
One Fine Man sent me the sweetest email from work yesterday. He is so patient with me. I have books everywhere, get the bed made maybe 2 x a week, leave dishes in the sink until a burst of adrenaline hits me…and I’m pretty much a mess most of the time now. But he loves me.