Thoughts, Prayers, Why Things Happen and What We Do in the Aftermath of the Unexpected

First of all I would like to report that Frieda Hudson has been safely transported to Pitt Memorial Hospital in Greenville. As soon as she arrived an entirely different course of treatment began and according to Nancy Hudson, Frieda's oldest daughter, she looks incredibly better already. Thank God for that. There were procedures that were done last night that Frieda came through like a trooper, as those of us who know her knew she would. I know she is in very capable hands now and that offers some degree of peace.
There are so many feelings that go through your mind, heart, body and soul in a time like this. I feel angry, I feel, scared, I feel alone, I feel empty, I want to cry, but can't. I want to scream, but don't even know how to do that right now. So I continue to pray.
There have been so many calls, emails and contacts regarding Frieda and her improvement. I will continue to ask for you, as my friends, to lift my friend Frieda up in prayer for her full recovery. You know, I've discovered something during this. I've typed "FRIEDA" so many times, yet each time I find (and I don't believe it's an accident or a typo happening) I am typing the word "FRIEND" first each time. My fingers just seem to go there. And our friendship is THAT easy. Completely effortless would be a better term.
I miss her this morning. I had my coffee, quietly. No laughing, no discussion of what "Murder and Mayhem" shows were on TV last night. We're all into that FBI whodunit stuff. We're also in the TV show "DEADLIEST CATCH" and the new show "ICE ROAD TRUCKERS!" Frieda was saying on Thursday night that she was really loving that show a lot. We both were laughing at what big chickens we are and that we would NEVER, EVER get on a frozen lake and drive across it on a big rig! HAHAH! We have this song we sing by Heywood Banks, a comedian we love that simply counts the number of wheels on a "big rig" and each time we would have a blow out on the horse trailer when we were going to get the donkeys, we'd count less wheels than before. Does this sound like the sound, intelligent conversation of a 45 year old woman and a 51 year old woman? YOU BET IT DOES!! AND THAT IS "ANNE AND FRIEDA!" If we don't do anything else, we find something to LAUGH about!! And we will be laughing together and singing the BIG RIG song just as soon as we possibly can!
There's 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18 WHEELS ON BIG RIG!! Now let's sing in 2's! HA! I LOVE YOU FRIEDA HUDSON!! KEEP PUSHING AHEAD MY DEAR FRIEND!! WE'RE RIGHT BESIDE YOU!!!

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