I told in a journal entry last week how Cliff and I went to a cousin's husband's funeral. And since we were closer to Jefferson City than we'd be again, we went to visit his Aunt Faye in the hospital there. Cliff just felt like we ought to go see her; and it turns out he was right.
She seemed pleasantly surprised to see us. Diabetes had turned the big toe on her right foot black, and doctors were discussing whether they might need to amputate. She'd had pain in her feet for a long time.
This week, she had a massive stroke.
This morning Cliff's brother called to say Aunt Faye passed away.
She's the aunt in the middle, sitting on that swing, in this picture taken last July.
I truly believe she's having a wonderful gab-fest with her mom and her sister (my mother-in-law) right at this very moment.
I'm sure glad Cliff listened to those inner urges that told him to visit his aunt last weekend.
Now playing: Rich Mullins - Nothing Is Beyond You