Sometimes (and thankfully, rarely) a bomb gets dropped on your life. "Bam!", everything you do that normally seems so important just disappears. My sister's 3 1/2 year old son became critically ill between Christmas and the New Year.
Burly, energetic and seemingly indestructable Benjamin was suddenly on death's door. Having been through a similar experience with my youngest daughter many years ago, my heart & mind were living in Calgary and I just couldn't accomplish much at home, including keeping my blog up to date.
I solved this dilemma by just going there. I know Angela & Perry appreciate my visit and help, but to be honest, there just wasn't a choice. Sometimes, just doing something, anything, helps when you feel helpless.
The good news is Benjamin was moved out of ICU (after 3 weeks, 5 surgeries and many close calls) the day before I left. He is recuperating but has a long road ahead of him and his family.
For those of you who knew about this situation and shared your thoughts and prayers with our family, I want to thank you. I believe there is something inherently and divinely powerful in that kind of connection, and it gave us all a measure of gratitude and peace.