The Sky was heavy with clouds. Hurricane Irma was  predicted to make land fall in the next couple of days in the Southern part of our country. My heart was as heavy as the clouds in the sky. Even the steaming cup of coffee couldn't break through the heaviness. Grief was encamped in my soul. It slithered and snuck up when least expected. A headache gripped my being. I sat at the farmhouse table wrestling with the check book. My phone rang; a blocked caller. I declined the call. My farmer and son had come in to get out of the chill. I offered them little in comfort. A stove that ... View Post