Sad things, but can be a happy life, I think

I just saw a picture of a burnt-up baby on the centerstagehermy gmail address.  Nena, Daddy’s sister, sent it to me.  I just wanted to kiss the poor baby and tell her I love her.

Had a bad dream this morning.  I have to tell a little about last night first, and then later today, I can tell you more about our trip to Fort Hood with Nanny.

Last night, Memaw got up from her chair in the living room and walked out the front door….twice.  It was dark as all get out, and she had no understandable reason to go outside.  Said voices were calling her name.

Had the dream…Memaw and Mama were walking out to the van, but when Mama walked around, Memaw kept on walking out to the street.  She went IN the street.  I ran out and grabbed her, put my arms around her waist and held her wrists, forced her to walk back out of the street into the house again.  Mama tried to comfort me, but I burst into tears and sobs and fell against the house once Memaw was inside.

Creepy dream, but maybe real life could imitate.

Nanny and Memaw both getting worse daily, it looks like.  I don’t like it, and I can’t deal well.  Just give it over to God and pray for the best, with as little suffering for them and us as possible.

I will write later, I think.

O