Sorry if I seem to be jumping around here from on subject to another. I am just writing what is in my heart.
One or two of my readers are familiar with what was happening in my life at that time as I was a faithful blogger when possible on Windows Live Spaces then. My blogging friends held me up with words of encouragement and prayer.
I was terrified while I was driving around in Champaign that day, trying to remember how to get on Interstate 57. I finally ended up going clear over by the old Target store and picking up 57 there. This added an extra hour to my travel time when all was said and done because I had been driving around aimlessly for awhile.
Jim asked where I had been for so long. I simply told him that I got held up by a train. That was a reasonable explanation because there is a railroad crossing close to Market Street and it is common to be held in traffic there for half an hour or so.
There was no way to tell him that I was lost. I talked to the nurse that afternoon and asked her to tell the doctor that I was very uncomfortable not being able to tell Jim about his sister. The next morning Jim was given a strong sedative and I told him. I remember his exact words, “I wondered why she hadn’t called me the last few days.”
This was not Jim’s final hospital stay. I took him home a couple days later only to be back in the hospital almost immediately. beth