Hey Margaret.

“Hello Margaret. It’s me again, Margaret.” – Ray Stevens

As a child, I remember my Papa joking on the phone and quoting Ray Stevens’s song. If you have had the opportunity to meet my Papa, you’d know he likes to “cut up”. Rarely is anything too serious to not crack a joke.

Maybe that’s why that line came to my mind. You see, right now it feels that way. Like a season of my life is back saying, it’s me again!

We’re back at the hospital.

Its the first time I’ve had to take someone to the ER since I took my Mom the last time. Or maybe not. Honestly, I don’t know but the set up was the same. Something was wrong and I was eating at Papa’s house because I was there because someone was bad sick.

I didn’t know the last time I took her would be the LAST time.

When I needed to bring Papa today, I couldn’t help to recall every detail of taking Mom. I teared up, pulled myself together and here we are.

Circumstances are different. It’s his kidneys, not her liver. He’s almost 93, she was 61. I took him to Nashville’s new ER, I took Mom to Tifton’s new ER.

So much is different but its similar. Still bloodwork. Still EKGs, X-rays. Still CT scans.

I don’t know the outcome of this visit, but I know our Creator who does.

I somehow survived the last 2 years, 9 months, and few days with her in Heaven. I’m privileged to have the opportunity to love my family in much of the same way I believe she would.

Whatever happens here, I know it will be okay.