I spent the day today at the ballpark with my family. It's been an amazing day, full of hot dogs and strong young men is uniforms. The weather was perfect, seats were in the shade, and each kid got a baseball. All in all it was perfect.
or mostly. there's been something on my mind all day.
I've been checking Emily's blog non-stop since finding out how grave her husband's situation was. I've been glued to the computer last night and all this morning. On my way to the game, around 12:30, I read her post that they were going to have to remove him from the breathing machine. I read later he passed around 2:30 this afternoon. My heart simply breaks for her. She's handling it so incredibly well, being a pillar of strength for her children. Her faith in God is strong and I know He will carry her through this. But still, it's so incredibly sad.
A couple weeks ago the Internet came together to help Kimberly after the sudden and tragic loss of her husband. Being a part of that felt wonderful. Paypaling a little chunk of change to a complete stranger during her time of need made me feel, I dunno, good. Like I was giving back. Even though I didn't know her, I felt I could be her, and that moved me.
But this. Man, this. It's different. closer. I know Emily. I've known her for years and years. Damn, I just posted about her a while back. Her children are the same age as my two oldest and we've always shared stories about whats going on in their lives.
I dunno, it's all just crazy to me. I can't imagine it. I want to do something. I want to help. But how do you help someone who's going through so much? Hell if I know. All I can do it pray. Which I will continue to do. And I'll hug my man a little tighter tonight, cuz I know she'd tell me to do that.
But I can do more than pray. With your help, we can do great things. I'm doing another benefit. But this time it's not a week. It's for the entire month of November. The profits from Lifted are going to Emily. So here's a way that you can give, but still get something in return. I mean something beyond the warm fuzzies you get from helpin' out a sister.
Really, it's the least I could do. I hope you'll join me.
p.s. feel free to copy the pic above and post on your blog. Or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll send you the file.
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