R.I.P. Sherill!

This morning I was taking a shower and had just wrapped a towel around myself when Fred walked in with the phone and told me there was an important phone call for me.  I took the phone and a man said, “Hello, Denise!  I’m Officer Seigler from the King City Police.  I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your sister died this morning.”  When I hung up, I told Fred and he burst into tears.  The whole family met at the rehab center and sat with Sherill’s body until the undertaker came to take her away.  We were all in shock.  It has been a rough day, but I want to dedicate the rest of this post to Sherill’s memory. Continue reading

Scattered to the wind

Last year and the year before, Mark and I were working at Wagon Trail Campground.  Had we been there this year, Monday would have been our last day of work and we would have likely been heading out yesterday.  All day Monday, I was thinking about my friends at Wagon Trail and wishing I could be with them at their staff party, but I’m not staff there anymore.   Continue reading

Lessons on the road

You may recall that I gave Liuda her first driving lesson in July and then another one in August.  It has been difficult to coordinate with her for driving lessons, especially since she has been sick for the last three weeks.  She told me today that she has pneumonia. Continue reading

Building bridges

Some of the churches in Door County have banded together to help the foreign students that come here to work in the summer.  The students don’t generally have a car and are unable to get around to places they might like to see and things they would enjoy doing.  They generally live at their work site and that’s about all they get to see.  The church program is called Bridges and they offer bi-weekly activities, English lessons, and they match the students up with Christian families who do things with them. Continue reading