Mother woke up in the darkness of the early hours, to check on the livestock, to thaw the water in the pail, and, most importantly, to ready herself for her Sunday visit to church. On this particular morning, Father was not on his way to the hospital. He was at home with her, and would be there until three o’clock when his shift began. Mother was putting a lot of pressure on Father to come with her for the liturgy, but Father reminded her that it was not just snowing; the gales were thrusting, the sleet was pounding. It was looking to be a blizzard, and a blizzard was no good condition to drive in.
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