Heartbroken

I just cannot believe it. One of my childhood friends asked me a while ago about getting another heart surgery. She had had several strokes in the past and wanted to get her problem fixed. I mentioned to her that ANY surgery is risky and to consider that in her plan. She agreed.

She went in for that surgery, and never came out. Her husband and four children, the youngest is Bubba's age (a preteen) are left behind.

She was almost 46 and a half years old. One year and months older than my own mother when she died.

The last time we saw each other was at a funeral for a relative of one of our classmates. We said we'd get together after she had some time to process her own loss. That time will never come.

I hugged Bubba tighter today. And tonight, I pray for all of them.

Hug your kids (and friends) today. You just never know...

Thanking the heavens

It's not good, but it is getting better. One of Dahey's relatives was out in the storms recently and was seriously injured because he couldn't been seen due to wind, rain and darkness.

He and his family were in a car accident and he was the worst injury of the lot (rest of the injuries were minor). The medical staff at PrivateU are watching and waiting since he had to have this procedure and a small part of his brain removed to reduce brain swelling post-injury.

Send all those good thoughts and prayers our way.  It will be a long road ahead, no matter what happens.

Stay tuned...

It's Friday

And one day, I'm glad is over. My very last paper of grad school is finally done.

But nothing today could be as noteworthy (or notorious) as the school shooting in Connecticut today.

As a mother of a child who could have gone to school there (Bubba's the right age group), I am numb. Numb to think that someone would kill his mother, steal his brother's identity, then go and kill as many as possible in an elementary school.

I could somewhat understand if the shooter chose adults with whom he had a grievance, but he did not. He killed defenseless little children.

Some things I just can't understand...the terror, the grief, the unspeakable sadness for families, first responders, for all the people of Newtown.

I will just pray. For all of them.

Sometimes, I wonder

We're up for a big inspection soon and the Big Boss has an all-hands meeting.

He/she basically says, "Well, it probably won't be good." and doesn't tell us much anything else. WT...?

Thankfully, we have enough people who've been around long enough that they asked good questions and got more information out him/her. It was not very promising.

Yes, he/she hasn't been at the Hotel forever, but you'd think he/she might learn a few tips on how to be not only a good, but better leader.

I'm just gonna cross my fingers and pray...stay tuned.