Wait for me, I'll be back

WELL, IT FINALLY HAPPENED TO ME -- the woman who considers herself ultimately organized.

ON THE SECOND SATURDAY MORNING in August of this year, all my accomplishments blew up in a cloud of self-sufficient pride. Surgery followed several days later and here I am, still looking for what was lost in that cloud of pain.

DON'T GIVE UP ON ME, I'll be back. Like McArthur, I'll be back.

You're blessed. Be a blessing!

(transcribed by her son, against whom all grammar mistakes should be blamed)