Two of our greatest friends in the Cleveland area (and in our lives in general) are the oddly-named Gini and Ferrett. They’ve been with us through every triumph and tragedy of the last year; they made the trip to Mansfield for Mom’s memorial service, and also happened to be the first to lay eyes on Carolyn the night she came home. We’ve come to know that they’ll be there for us when we need them, and have tried to be the same for them.
Gini’s little sister could use a big heap of help. She’s in danger of dying from unknown causes, and her family is in danger of losing their home while the insurance company plays dice with her life. Even if you aren’t able or inclined to donate money to help somebody you’ve never met, your thoughts and prayers will be very much appreciated.
I would say that I can’t imagine what Gini is going through right now, except that’s not really true. I know what it’s like to have a younger sibling who is in danger of dying from a disease that nobody is sure can be cured, to have a family member lying in the hospital while phone calls are made, while worried voices say things like “we don’t know if she’ll make it” and “the next few days will tell the tale.” I know what it’s like to get a phone call that’s traveled half the continent, distant and blurred, to tell me that someone I love is terribly ill. It’s a horrible, desolate feeling.
If you can help, please do. Kat and I both thank you.