When death creeps in...

Last night Heather Minton and I went to Art Museum together.  She works for me still  when I need her and she has since she was a student.  I had just had a call from ADT about my security system, about Itok having a cleaning program on my computer (none of which i understood) complicated by a phone call from my niece, Annie, telling me about her mother and her condition and I was dazed by it all and told Heather that she had to solve all my problems and then go with me to the museum opening.  We did all this.

While we were waiting to get into the Museum, she got the text message that said that the hospice people thought her mother's long-time friend, Dean, would not make it for 24 hours.  And we talked about hospice and its value and taking care of people who were dying and how weary it is.   Somehow, we got through the museum opening and Heather got Itok on line and dealt with them and then she got ADT on the line and we could not deal with them so we scheduled them for Tuesday.  And Heather left...I gave her extra money because we had shared our fears and weariness together and come through the evening in some kind of fashion...together.  Bear ye one another's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ, that is what it says in the Bible.

Today, she sent me this picture and told me that Dean had died early this morning.  Heather, thanks for your kindness and concern.  I will be praying for all of you.