My aim is to keep this blog going with at least one or two postings a week, even though Karen and I are living a rather retired life these days, and there may not be many “events” to describe.
I promised a while back to write something about the friends who have helped us during the period of Karen’s stroke and recovery. She’s recovering very well, and that may have as much to do with the psychic as with the physical side of things.
The help from friends began at almost the instant of the stroke, which happened at Jerry and Sheron Miller’s house, where Karen was wrapping a surprise Christmas present. Sheron and Jerry (Frack and Mr. Frack) have been rocks through everything, though this week they’ve been knocked out a bit with an epizootic of their own. We’re looking forward to having them over for munchies and euchre as soon as everybody’s healthy again.
Family, of course, has been a sturdy line of defense. The four boys check in regularly to see how Mom and Dad are doing, even though they have a lot going on in their own lives, from surgery to a new puppy. It reminds us that life is always one thing after another—or as some wise person said, “It’s what happens to you while you’re making other plans.” Their concern and that of our wonderful daughters-in-law is the biggest possible help.
We have a church family, too, who sent cards and soup during the crisis and continue to give encouragement.
And there’s Margie, a onetime classmate of Karen’s who’s been back together with her on e-mail for a while. Margie has medical problems that won’t quit, but stays cheerful and upbeat in spite of everything.
And finally there are John Paul and Rebecca Mueller in Wisconsin, who have also dealt with several problems including strokes, and have been a welcome source of information, advice, and encouragement.
We’re blessed.
