"Art is a kind of illness." — Giacomo Puccini

Family Emergency in San Diego


I missed an important telephone call—7 calls actually—over night Friday night before finally being reached by my sister who informed me that my mom had been admitted to the hospital ICU. It’s a jarring kind of thing to hear, something that quickly placed into perspective all the other life problems that I had taken inventory of the night before.

So I got the first plane down to San Diego to go and be with my family, to offer my support and to simply be present during a time when being present seems dismally insufficient.

I sit here now at the end of a very long day, preparing to go to sleep for a few hours not knowing what tomorrow brings, but trusting that God will give me what ever I need in order to get through it. At moments like this, it is all one has, and it is all one needs.

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