“Forever indebted” is how I’m feeling lately.
We picked up the supper tab for my sister, Lisa, one day last week. “You didn’t have to do that,” she objected.
It’s true we didn’t. But it seemed like a small thing considering all she’d done and been for us in the days following Carson’s passing.
She contacted family, organized helpers and food, kept me on track when my brain short-circuited,…