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.
My hair appointment March 31 was canceled. My hairdresser , Ali, was pregnant with her fourth child and she sent me a text saying she'd been sick all night and couldn't make it.