Some of us headed to work or stayed home. Maybe, you went for a walk or reached out to a friend looking for a bit of normalcy. Despite the small town charm and cheer that our town usually affords us, the muggy overcast day seemed to act as a shroud to the brighter side of life. Little of what I write here can change some of life's destined outcomes. I wish more than anything, like the author of a book, I could craft the perfect ending to each story I come upon. Everyone deserves to live happily ever after. But to my friend, her husband, her family and friends, this chapter is a painful one. My librarian friend, once again you are reading to us. As you spell out your chapter, the best we can do is sit back, listen and learn. Please know that we are all in this together hinging on your words. Our stories are all unequivocally linked together through community, friendships and family. Like a great novel, your story is now a classic to be loved and passed onto everyone you have touched. Yours is the very finest of love stories.
So we all pray for you, as those you love hold your hand, we hold your heart.