Swede

So, Monday, I drove up to Swede's house outside of Everett, Washington.
Don't know if I have ever been up there,
Yet I found it easily,
Even recognized a few features,
But, all context was lost as were more specifics about it!
Darned amnesia!

We had a great evening of really awful Sci-Fi movies!!!!!
Oh how laughed the night away!

Unfortunately, my heart had go off on me.
sigh
Nine nitros later and it had calmed down.
Poor Swede,had never understood that heart attacks are survivable ...
So he went to bed thinking it was corpse time for Kris!

He was actually excited to find me still alive!

I got him to the hospital and his pending surgery.
I was glad he got past the surgery!

It was really good to have someone to pray with!
I think prayer has become a lost art.
It is a shame.
It is an easy way to communicate with God.

But with late hours, bad movies, and heavy traffic:
My PTSD had to rear its ugly head!
Nothing like hyperventalating while your lungs don't work!
Saw lots of stars waiting on Swede's surgery to finish.

I was lucky, that it all of my travels to care for swede,
Traffic was light and flowed well.

If you thinkof it,
You might include Swede in your prayers,
For healing,
And meaning to his life in retirement ...