NOVEMBER 18 I AM ASKING FOR PRAYERS FOR A FRIEND AND WELCOMING A NEW ANGEL IN HEAVEN - MAGGIE BLAKE.

 (You probably don't remember in July I wrote what I thought was a sad story about my friend in a nursing home.  She is still there by the way, but things are somewhat better - thank you God.)

Problem is, now there is a BIG sadness I am going to share, and you can totally skip it you want to,

but I NEED to share it.

A few days ago, my granddaughter shared with us that she had a friend whose baby - 9 months old was in - I guess like a coma like state.

She had been born not breathing, but she survived - she was called a miracle baby - yes, all babies are miracles, but of course this was even more special.

I saw her at my GD's baby shower, and Maggie Blake was very small but very beautiful.

Because of her troubles at birth, the doctors kept running tests on her. Recently they found something that troubled them.  The doctors wanted to run an MRI and did so about four days ago.  

I am not sure of any of the details, but while lying on the table she quit breathing.  It took 20 minutes to revive her.  She never woke up, and yesterday they had to make the most horrible decision parents would ever be expected to make. 

Saturday, they bathed her, held her in their arms, and said goodbye.

My dear granddaughter has started a Go-Fund me page for them - and so far, they have $25,000 on it.  A lot of caring people out there.  

I am writing this to always remind myself when I complain, and I do a lot, that things could be a lot worse.  I still have my beautiful great-granddaughter Mackenzie, I feel a tiny bit guilty, but I know God gave her to us to love and for joy.

I believe in God, and yet I do not understand.  

God has given me more than enough. Thank you, God.

My prayer is not for Maggie, she is with God now, it is for her parents.

May they be able to deal with it and eventually do something positive with it.

More than anything, your prayers for a peace that surpasses all understanding - will mean the world to them!

REMEMBER DALE EVANS and ROY ROGERS?

She did something good after she grieved for her loss and I hope this for them.

She lost her baby daughter and was told to hide the tragedy—instead, she wrote a book that changed how America saw children with disabilities forever.

Before Dale Evans became the "Queen of the West," she was Frances Octavia Smith—a small-town Texas girl with a big voice and even bigger dreams.

Born in Uvalde in 1912, Frances discovered early that music was her escape, her joy, her calling. She sang on radio stations across the country, reinventing herself as "Dale Evans"—a name that would eventually become synonymous with American values, faith, and the golden age of Hollywood.

In the early 1940s, 20th Century Fox took notice. Her cheerful personality and vocal talent landed her roles in musical films, and her star began to rise.

But in 1944, everything changed.

She was cast opposite a charming cowboy named Roy Rogers in "The Cowboy and the Señorita." Their chemistry wasn't just good—it was electric. What started as professional partnership soon became something deeper.

On New Year's Eve 1947, Dale Evans became Mrs. Roy Rogers.

Together, they created magic. Over 30 films. The legendary "Roy Rogers Show" that captivated America from 1951 to 1957. Dale wasn't just a sidekick—she was spirited, resourceful, and equal to any cowboy on screen. She could sing, act, ride horses, and hold her own in any adventure.

She also wrote. Prolifically.

Dale composed over 400 songs, including the one that would become their eternal signature: "Happy Trails." Every week, millions of families gathered around television sets to hear that warm, hopeful melody that promised, no matter what happened, there were always happy trails ahead.

But behind the cameras, Dale's trail wasn't always happy.

In 1950, she and Roy welcomed a daughter, Robin Elizabeth. The baby was born with Down syndrome—at a time when doctors routinely advised parents to institutionalize such children and "forget about them."

Dale and Roy refused.

For two beautiful, heart-wrenching years, they loved Robin with everything they had. When she died just before her second birthday, the world expected Dale to grieve privately and move on.

Instead, she did something revolutionary.

In 1953, Dale published "Angel Unaware"—a book written from Robin's perspective in heaven, describing the love and purpose of her short life. In an era when disabilities were hidden away in shame, Dale Evans brought them into the light with love, faith, and unflinching honesty.

The book became a bestseller. More importantly, it changed hearts.

Thousands of families wrote to Dale, saying her words gave them permission to love their children openly, to reject the stigma, to see blessing instead of burden. She didn't just write a memorial—she sparked a movement toward acceptance and inclusion that predated modern disability rights by decades.

Dale and Roy went on to adopt several children, including children with special needs, creating a blended family that reflected their belief that every child deserves love and belonging.

Through it all, Dale kept creating. She wrote dozens of inspirational books. She performed. She advocated. She lived her faith not just in words, but in action.

When Dale Evans passed away on February 7, 2001, at age 88, she left behind more than movies and music. She left a blueprint for how to turn grief into purpose, how to use platform for good, and how to love without limits.

She proved that a woman could be tough and tender, successful and faithful, a star and a servant.

And every time someone hums "Happy Trails," her legacy rides on—a reminder that the best journeys aren't measured in miles, but in the hearts, we touch along the way.

Some trails never end. They just keep leading us home.

Love, Chatty/Sandie