Life goes on.....

Life does go on doesn’t it? I would love to thank each and everyone of you for your wonderful and heartfelt expressions of sympathy on the death of my brother Roger.  I try not to hate anything or anyone but my friends, I hate this virus. I detest what it’s doing to people and to families. How it is dividing our country and indeed the entire world. I pray that each one of you and your families stay healthy and strong and avoid catching this. I mentioned to someone this morning that Roger had died and their first question was did he have any underlying conditions? Well yes, yes he did. That’s why he had been in the hospital and then the rehab where we’re sure he got it. But really, what does that matter? Does that make his life any less valuable because he had underlying conditions? Maybe people are just wanting to feel better and think that if they don’t have have anything wrong with them they’ll be fine. Well, from what I have seen and read, this virus affects healthy and sick people. Young and old. Black and white. Stay safe my friends.

Now on to a happier subject. I have spent all week at the lake, just coming home last night. While there I made these mittens.

I also started a baby blanket of little granny squares. One of you recently made one like this, but I cannot remember who made it or the name of the pattern. I will try to remember to take a picture when I go back out.  I have about 20 squares done right now.

I also started a new pair of socks last night using the plain vanilla pattern and a one by one ribbed cuff.

I got up at 5 AM this morning to go to the grocery store. I wanted to be there when they opened, before the crowds came. And it worked! There were only about 10 of us in the entire store. I had my mask on and I ran around stocking up on the things that for some reason I can never get on the grocery pick-up orders. They always say that certain items are out of stock and yet this morning there were plenty on the shelves. Things like sliced cheese! Every time I have put cheese on my order it has come back out of stock. I wonder why? I still was unable to find Clorox or Lysol wipes, but I still have one container here at home.

Now I should be able to get by doing grocery pick up orders again for a few months.  That is a relief. The events of this last week brought home just how fragile life is. So many people seem to not be taking any of this seriously.  I am trying to do everything I can to keep myself and Dennis safe in these trying times.

I’m praying for you all to stay healthy.  Thank you again for all of the love and support you’ve shown to me this past week. I appreciate it more than you can know. 

Blessings and love, Betsy

He’s gone

Just dropping in today to let you know my brother Roger passed away this morning from Covid-19 around 9:00 central time without regaining consciousness.  My niece called me and then his nurse also called to tell me about his last moments.  I’m so impressed by the care he received from the staff at Methodist Hospital in Omaha.  It’s very hard being the only family member that doesn’t live close by in times like this.

I also want to thank each and every one of you for your prayers and the love you’ve shown to me on my last post. You are all so thoughtful and so very important to me.  I appreciate each of you.

Please continue to pray for his children, Becky, Michael and Terry as they were unable to be with him since he entered the hospital.  Also for my other brother and sister Lynn and Melanie.

We’ve been told there will not be a funeral because of the virus.  Not being able to say goodbyes will be very difficult.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”  Matthew 5:4

Thank you all again and many blessings and much love,

Betsy

Prayers Please?

I’m writing this Saturday evening and would like to ask for prayers for my big brother Roger.  He is not doing well at all and he isn’t expected to make it through the night.   Yesterday he was up in a chair eating breakfast.  This COVID-19 is terrible.  It kills so fast.  Please don’t think it’s nothing serious or a made up virus.

His nurse face-timed with me awhile ago so I could talk to him and say good-bye.  He is non-responsive and was gasping for air.  It’s a terrible, terrible thing.  The nurse is a saint.  She looked dreadful.  I told her I would pray for her too and she started crying.  She said this is the hardest thing she’s ever done and that she hates this disease with everything in her.  She said it’s so hard to have no families to hold their loved ones hand so she tries to be there until the end.  I can’t even imagine.

Here are the four of us years ago.  I believe it was around 1964.  Roger is the sailor boy, Lynn on the right.  Front row is Melanie on the left and I’m the baby.  My Mom made Melanie’s and my coats out of Pendleton wool scraps from the throwaway bin.  (My Dad and Mom both worked at and retired from Pendleton Woolen Mills.)

  
This was last year.  From left to right, Lynn, Me, Melanie, Roger.

I appreciate any prayers and love more than you know.  They mean a lot and thank you all.

Blessings,

Betsy