Let There Be Light

It wasn't a good day at all, but finally the sun came out which really helped.

I found out today my poor friend H who I've been worrying about all summer has spent the entire summer in hospital with Covid, just as I'd feared. On a ventilator, and worse. I had a sixth sense about all of this, and was frightened that I'd been right about it, despite trying to convince myself otherwise. I tried not to cry, but it bubbled over and I felt better once I had. 

Although she seems to be recovering, it's still a scary place to be in, and I'm just so utterly sad that this has happened to her. It took me a day or so to get myself back on track, and in the evening I sent her a message and received some hearts as a reply. That made me feel a bit better I guess. 

A nasty shock, but at least I know. Now praying for her recovery.