Sunday morning was an incredibly beautiful day. The sky was filled with a hazy sunshine and a nice steady breeze gently massaged the clouds that dotted the horizon. The day had a special feel to it, but I felt that way because it was Memorial Day weekend, a time to honor our fallen heroes.
I told Donna and Paige to enjoy the first visit with Aimee while I visited Warren Baptist Church in Augusta. It felt strange not traveling with them for the first visit as I have done nearly every day since Aimee arrived in Augusta. I felt that at least one member of our family needed to be in a place of worship to give thanks for Aimee’s wonderful and miraculous recovery. I was actually late arriving for worship, because I ignored the GPS and thought I knew a better way to get to the church. I didn’t. Computer trumped man.
I arrived at the church around 9:25am and I quickly called Donna before I walked in. No answer. I wanted to get an update on Aimee’s condition and I figured Donna and Paige would have phones at the ready. They didn’t. Paige didn’t answer her phone either.
The first ICU visit starts each morning at 9:00am sharp. Maybe Donna and Paige couldn’t get to their phones. I shrugged it off and went into the worship center and slid down the empty back pew to my left. The special music was just concluding and the pastor was stepping up to the pulpit to deliver his message when I