Courtney Where Are You?!

Peg has pointed out to me that you may have been wondering what was happening with my daughter during my quarantine, amputation, hospitalization and nursing home stay. After all she was a 17 year old minor in my custody.

We had gone through many of my near-death experiences in her short life-span, so without saying, it was a known fact that she would stay with Glory. But there was a change the particular summer of the quarantine and hospitalization. She was old enough to stay alone with Glory checking in on her from time-to-time. But Courtney had also expressed an emotional need to be with me as much as possible, seeing how close I was to death and also knowing how much medical facilities scare me. My home was on a bus route making this a possibility. So she stayed there during the night, but was at the hospital daily from the beginning of visitor hours until the end.

Six months later when I was placed in the nursing home for a month, Glory and my doctor thought it best to have me move into an apartment that was easier for me to keep clean, so to avoid a possibility of falling or getting sick from germs. Since Courtney was one month away from being a legal adult and truly in need of her own identity, she and Brittanie moved in with Courtney's soon to be sister-in-law and once again visited me daily for a couple hours.

My family always made sure she was physically and financially OK every time I was unable to provide for her.

A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.

Psalm 68:5

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce