Thirty-Nine
I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning, still tired but better than I was, at 4 a.m. I grab a shower and then text Anna to check on Helen. She replies that she is still asleep and that she will call me as soon as she stirs. I go to my office and say Morning Prayer before checking my email.
I am not surprised that my inbox is overflowing. I’ve become accustomed to that. What does surprise me is the large number of emails from members of the parish, asking about Helen, assuring us of their prayers, offering to help. I can’t begin to answer them all and decide to send out a group email updating everyone. I thank them for their concern, give them a brief update, and then ask that they refrain from trying to visit her at the hospital, reminding everyone of the always present danger of infect
