Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Getting to sleep about midnight, I thought I would have a short night's sleep.  I truly did not realize just how short it would be.

After all, many of you know that for quite a while now, I've had trouble sleeping at night.  Of course, the melatonin I have been taking seems to be helping, for I seem to be having a more restful sleep, lately.

In any case, last night's sleep was rather short.

My younger daughter P, texted me as she and her family were arriving in Windsor.  It was about 2:00 am, when I got the message.

So, after having had only two (2) hours of sleep, I was once again, awake!  Sleep never returned to me, again.  I was up for the day!

No matter how many calls I made, I couldn't reach her on her cell.  Eventually, I was glad to have caught up with her at her home.

The news she had for me was rather disturbing, at first. 

You see, her middle son, my grandson Z, had been injured while she and her family were away.  Just hearing her explain the situation made me cry.  Not for me, but for Z.

The poor little guy was riding a bike with some cousins in a rather hilly area.  Not being used to doing this type of terrain, it wasn't surprising to hear that something caused him to lose control of the bike; he crashed out. 

I praise God Z wasn't hit by a vehicle and/or didn't die during this episode.

After working today, I had time to drop by and see Z.  What a relief it was, just to see him, even if he was crying in pain.

Please pray for him. 

He's bandaged up on every arm and leg, his shoulder, back, etc.  Just about everywhere.  Plus he had four (4) stitches. 

Between gravel burn and road burn, he's had to have burn treatments at the hospital in the community where he was injured.  But, you know it's bad when they had to stop at hospitals to have burn treatments and bandages changed, even while being enroute home.  Soon, he will find out if he will need skin grafting.

His burn treatments will continue on like this, with visiting our local burn treatment centre at the hospital, for days to come, apparently.  Even so, I was grateful to be able to see him, hug him (as best I could without hurting him), pray for him and let him know that I, his grandma, loves him.

Thank you for prayer.  I appreciate this more than you know.  May God bless you, for this.

Until next time...

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