My Dearest Reader’s
My Dearest Readers
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My dearest readers, I hope this letter finds you healthy and thankful for every breath you take every day. I also hope it finds you traveling and exploring. I shared with you last year Silence And The Man In The Chair. Believe it or not, that was a year ago. Then I shared Update: Silence from this story writer again. That experience is now nine months behind us and I can confirm that I am about eighty-five percent back to normal.
“Anyone can give up; it is the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone would expect you to fall apart, now that is true strength.”
– Chris Bradford
Traveling Before Illness:
Dearest Readers, Traveling did begin to happen about two months after the man in the chair was laid to rest. I traveled to Arkansas and Branson with a dear friend. We went to Arkansas to support a family member of hers but did some sightseeing too. We went to the Arkansas Grand Canyon. Below is a youtube video of the canyon and I purposefully picked this one due to the fact that the wind was blowing just as hard the day I visited. Then we went to Branson.
After Arkansas we went to Branson for a show, I had never been so she treated me to a show and dinner. We saw “Jesus” that show was amazing. Imagine sitting in a theater and on stage is water and a boat with Jesus and his disciples. It is storming and you are imagining yourself there when all of a sudden thunder and lightning clashes and you jump right up out of your seat.
That is exactly what happened and I wish you could have joined us so you could laugh right alongside us.
Dearest Readers Returning Home and then life took a turn for the worse
My dearest readers, imagine coming home after all of this and coughing as if you had never coughed before. I actually was used to coughing from dealing with bronchitis all of my life, but this was different. This was accompanied by a stabbing in my throat and a fever.
I was taken to the hospital ER and diagnosed with covid pneumonia. I was sent home with an oxygen concentrator and prescriptions and a 02 reader. Three days later I was taken back to the hospital, my oxygen levels were in the seventies and I did not believe I would come back home.
Stay tuned for my next letter.