My little sister spent a good chunk of the afternoon at the hospital.
She and another friend went to sit with a third friend whose husband was having exploratory surgery. Apparently, he is fine, which is awesome.
The whole episode shows me that when it comes to having good friends, I am in the rookie leagues. If that.
Monday, May 3, 2010
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4 comments:
you might just have miles to go in knowing what a good friend you are...not in being one. I love you.
ejd
Nope. You are much better than I in this one thing.
I count my lucky stars for her.
I do, too, but don't tell her.
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