17 August 2008

I went out to dinner last night with our best friends, Wendell and Roxanne (I am not sure what I meant by "our" best friends, since there no longer is an "our"). They invited me on Sandra's birthday to give me some company so I wouldn't be setting home alone. We went to a Thai restaurant in Hyde Park and then stopped by Joseph A. Beth Bookstore for a bit. If it wasn't for this God sent couple Sandra's 3 year illness and death, and this bereavement time would have been much more difficult.

It reminds me of the story, A man is sitting on his porch as flood waters rise. A woman floats by in a boat, asking if the man needs help. "No, thank you," says the man, "I'm trusting in the Lord." The waters rise higher, sending the man upstairs. A raft full of people floats by his second story window. "Get in," they say, "there's plenty of room." "No thanks," says the man, "I'm trusting in the Lord." The flood waters keep rising, pushing the man up to the roof. A helicopter swoops in, lowering its ladder for the man. "Thanks anyway," shouts the man, "I'm trusting in the Lord." Finally, the man is swept away in the torrent and drowns. At the gates of Heaven, the man asks God, "Why didn't you save me?" "What do you mean?'' replies God, "I sent two boats and a helicopter." Wendell and Roxanne are my 'two boats and a helicopter'.

Later today, Jessie and her friend Amy are coming out to the Heller estate to spend some time with Dani and I, share a meal and do some laundry. That will be nice.

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