This is the post where I don't know what to say. I've been walking in a strange land these past few days...a stranger in a strange land.
My brother arrived Friday afternoon. We spent the weekend just hanging about the house, looking at pictures of the family, my parents and their siblings (how ironic), and, most recently, pictures of our own families. We've grocery shopped three times and eaten more food than should be allowed by law and God and my clothing manufacturer. We've talked. And cried. And talked.
Today my sister came over. She brought more food that none of us should have eaten and while I quietly observed, she and brother made pizza from scratch. It was excellent. Her being here however, was not.
I have been accused of having an agenda. My only 'agenda' is to not get sick or have another heart attack because of the stress these people cause me. Enough said.
'Thank you all so very, very much for your support and kind words. It means so much to me to come here and know that you are thinking of me or praying for me. I really can't express my gratitude to all of you. I am so lucky to have found you...and I will check back in with a full report as soon as I can...:)