Monday, March 16, 2009

A Small Request

My hubby’s grandfather, a sweet, kind man who everyone lovingly calls “Old Fart,” has had a stroke. He’s been pretty confused lately, and even wandered out of the house one night last fall and couldn’t remember where he was to find his way back. This isn't a huge surprise, but it is pretty scary, nonetheless.

He’s in the hospital today for testing, and I don’t know the seriousness of this yet, but if anyone reading has a direct line to God, put in a good word for the Old Fart. He’s a sweet guy who lives to go fishing in Padre Island each year, and loves nothing more than an afternoon of football games and a full glass of white wine.

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