Ghostwriter
To day we are taking my brother down to a different hospital for emergency surgery. I am trying to do my guest to keep tears down and my spirits up. My sister 100 miles away is trying to do the same thing.
She called me with song. We are both singing it now and I love it. I am shifting a bit with music. I am worried, I am scared and saddened, and I am looking for hope. While I know what I should say in “Thy will be done.”
I want my brother here with me, more than life itself.
Wow what a typo. I guess I didn’t notice through the tears. Best and Guest is not the same thing. Interesting how stress can affect so many things.