Recently I've been struck by a couple of random thoughts that preceded actual events or at least my receiving news of those events. On February 29 as we took shelter from the tornadic storms that swept the midwest, I said to myself "We'll be safe; last time it was Joplin, this time it will be Branson." And it was. When the news came in a few hours later, I learned that Branson received a direct hit from an EF2 tornado, right along the main boulevard.
This morning I awoke thinking about Susan Drew Funderberg. Susan was a school friend of my daughter, Robin, and we are facebook friends today, so I see her postings about what is happening in her life. Six months ago she posted about her son Joe suffering a serious fracture to his leg. She traveled to see him and brought him from Colorado to her home for recovery. Susan is a very nice person, but she is not someone who is tightly woven into my life, so I don't spend a lot of time communicating with her or thinking about her. However, this morning, she was on my mind when I awoke and I wondered about her and how her son's recovery was progressing. A couple hours later, I went on Facebook and saw that she had posted the following: