I was just sitting here and remembering the first time I met Betty. Betty and her husband, Mac, live in AZ. Once a year they make the long drive to Wisconsin to visit Betty’s son, Preston; his wife, Jerri, and their two kids, Jarred and Portia. Cheryl and I had never met Betty on any of her visits and when she was coming, Preston said for us to come over and meet his mom.
Anyhow, we went over met Betty and Mac. Well, let me tell you something, I fell for Betty from the first time I met her. She has a southern accent and she doesn’t take shit from nobody. And, she was bossing Preston around like the devil. It was a sight to be seen. We had a nice visit.
Near the end of the visit we were talking about Cheryl and I trying to have a baby. (This was back when there was still hope). And, Betty said to me, “When you having your baby?” And, I said, “Betty, I’m not pregnant. I’m just fat.” Well, her face turned about thirty shades of red. She was so embarrassed, but she laughed – we all laughed.
Now, years later, Betty bosses me around, too. I give her shit and she puts me in my place and it is a wonderful thing.
That’s why I’ve been posting all of the prayer requests and updates. I love that old lady. I know, as a Christian, that coming to the end of your life is a blessing. Betty’s been on a hard road and she’s blessed. She has a good family and good friends. She can meet our maker with her head up high, but I am selfish, because I just don’t want that lady to go. The doctor’s are giving her 6 months to a year, but that just isn’t enough time.
So, I’m going to keep asking that you all pray for a miracle. I’m going to keep bugging to pass on my updates and prayer requests. I’m sure that I am going to drive each and every one of you crazy. I truly believe in the power of prayer.
Please join me in saying a prayer for Betty.