My great-grandmother fell and hurt herself. How badly I still don’t know. Relatives who live next door discovered her on her kitchen floor. She was promptly whisked to the local hospital, given X-Rays and then sent to a more capable facility.
She’s a tough woman, my great-grandmother. A few years ago she had open-heart surgery. She told me the day before the procedure that she was worried about how she was going to keep the yard nice, because your yard is what you should worry about at a time like that.
She’s tough and strong and sweet and perfectly lovely in every way.
So if you have a moment, we’d appreciate a quick prayer.
