The minister came

One thing I delegated to my sister was to call the minster (who has not visited my Mother since Feb.), and also my Mother's Sunday school teacher to come visit.

They both stopped by this afternoon.

Apparently neither one stayed very long, as I was in and out this afternoon (an hour at a time), and they both came and went when I wasn't here.

That's OK. They were here for my Mom, not me.

I know she would want them to visit. It's probably best I wasn't here, as I would just cry.

Mom could never stand crying.

We are of that tough nonsense, buck it up, just do it, stock.