Praying for my brother/Sonny

It is so hard to be half way across the country when someone you love is hurting and you can't be there with them.

Not that I could do much in Kearney except pace up and down the hallways of Good Sam Hospital. But at least I would be close by.

Instead I am 1600 miles away pacing up and down the hallway, trying to distract myself by balancing the checkbook and paying bills. I am doing just about anything til I get word of how Sonny is doing.

Sonny isn't my brother by blood, but he is my brother by sweat and tears, heart and soul.

I love ya man and I am with you in spirit and prayer!