Alex pushed Sophia in her stroller as we walked along when I noticed that a long snake with a dark brown pattern was about to cross the road.
This past Sunday we laid to rest my Great Aunt Edna. She was 98 years young. As they spoke about her life, it was as if God was sending me a message.
It all started Friday night when I lost a bet. I had to say, “Hi! My name is Barbara Ann” each time someone said something to me Saturday. I’d forgotten it by the next morning.