My grandma is in the hospital right now. She's not doing so hot, so if you could shoot a prayer up for her, that would be awesome. Her name is Judy, and she is the brightest sunshine in my life. (And I don't take superlatives lightly.)

It's a hard time for us to not be there right now. But our family... we always try to find the humor. And humor can make anything bearable for a few minutes.

My aunt is sending us text messages of the things Judy is saying on drugs.

"I'm in so much pain but I don't know who is responsible. Probably Karen Ritchie. Shouldn't say that too loud."

My dad says Karen Ritchie is someone who went to their Lutheran church in the 70's. Nobody has seen her in 25 years.

A nice thing is that God lets us take things one day at a time. I think Abe Lincoln said that, but I can't be sure.

"Mom thinks she is at church and wants to leave. Wonders if there are underpants on the floor."