Prayer Request

I'm still on a short break, more and more resorting to the "mark all as read" button to get myself back on track. (if I miss something, please tell me, I really don't want to miss anything) I think that after this week I'll be able to get back to my regular blogging and blog reading.

If I'm still on a break, then why am I writing? Well, I don't know what else to do. Silly as it sounds, I felt drawn to write. Needed to write. I got home from a wonderful weekend at home (the patio is now basically done) and called my mom to let her know that we'd arrived safely back home. She told me that my grandpa had just called her, and that Frank, one of our family's oldest friends, had died. I have to admit, this was a blow. Completely unexpected (at least for me...and I think for everyone else too) Frank and his wife have been friends with my grandparents for many many years, as old as my middle uncle. (somewhere around 50 years or so) They live in Montana, so we don't get to see them very much, but they're family. They were two of the three honorary family members who attended my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary with our family about 5 years ago.

From what my mom said, Frank woke up in the middle of the night sometime last week (not sure of the specific days) and woke up his wife because his chest was hurting. They took him to the hospital and he was in ICU, but they did some stuff and he was doing well. He moved to a regular room. Then his wife went back to see him again (again, fuzzy on the timeline) and he was back in ICU, and he was in a light coma, and then went into a deeper coma, and then he passed away.

I don't really know what to say. I don't really know what to do. I know he was old, I think he was in his 80's...late 80's. And like my grandma said, he had a full, healthy life. But still. I'm very sad. My apartment is dark, lit only by candles. Lots of candles. I'm going to daily mass tomorrow. I feel very out of it.

Please keep Frank and his wife in your prayers, particularly his wife. My grandparents sounded okay, but this had to have hit them very hard, they've known Frank almost as long as they've been married...that's a long, deep friendship. They were like an aunt and uncle to my mom and her siblings. It just came out of nowhere, at least to me. Blindsided. And I'm not quite sure what to do with the sadness.