So many memories swirl through our minds and hearts today; I handed the comics to my husband with a kleenex.
We were in West Virginia then, watching events unfold at a friend’s home, because we didn’t have cable, aching to be “back home”.
Our pastor wisely opened the church and had a prayer service.
Everything seemed so surreal.
We are quiet today, praying and pondering, each in our own way. Our middle daughter will, theoretically, be driving home on Wednesday. I talked to her this morning and she sounds better; she will see her husband this afternoon. I am so VERY glad that what she had left here is her art supplies. She’s going to need them. Thank you all so much for your kindness, support and prayers; they are balm.
Yet again we will see how Art Saves, it really does.