My husband, the wee little man, and I are in Florida with his family. I've been up for almost 24 hours with somewhere around 3 hours of broken sleep. This is rambly, I realize.

His mom is dying. She'll likely not make it. I'm not big into vibes for this kind of thing, but what she does need are prayers. Whoever you pray to, we're not picky. Just pray.

She declined rapidly after recieving her first bout of chemo about three weeks ago. We're waiting to see the results of a brain wave test thingy to see if she's even here anymore.

It's very surreal, this place, these people. Am I really here? Strange vibrations, gals. And constant prayers.