It has been a week.
A person never truly knows what someone else is going through. It reminds me that you should always treat people well.
Chris Schlaak had a stroke last week.
She’s recovering and I talked to her today (also the day I found out). Her speech isn’t affected at all, which I’m told is good.
When Brandon, her son, called me today I had a bad feeling. I also had a bad feeling this weekend when I didn’t hear from her. I remember thinking and worrying about her when I didn’t hear from her in a couple days. I was too caught up in my own life and I didn’t reach out. There must have been three times I remember consciously being aware of a bad feeling when I thought about Chris. Well, now I know. I hate when I get those feelings.
Every year, I’ve kept track (not literally) I end up writing a column about Chris because of how much she helps us at the paper. (She finally started letting me pay her last year.)
I’m glad I was able to talk to her, and I think I’m glad I didn't find out until today because I was able to talk to her about what happened. That was a relief.
So that was real. I say that, because there were numerous things that happened this week that really bugged me. But those were all really just small potatoes.
I think I’ve written four or five drafts of my column this week, which just goes to show that some weeks are harder to write about than others.
I think my biggest takeaway is the old adage to be grateful for what you have, because you never know what tomorrow may bring