The air was cold, the moon full, the wind biting as I stood in the backyard waiting for the dogs to do their nightly business. First the smaller, brown one; she likes to sniff and explore. Then the taller, younger one -- the energetic Australian shepherd who likes to run quickly to the end of the leash, back and forth.
All I could think about was my mom, who had been diagnosed with a brain tumor and was facing high-risk surgery, and my dad, who clearly was concerned. We had to wait to have so many questions answered.
All I could do was pray.