Well, I obviously hate blogging…
And I wonder why so many people, especially authors, seem to think that the world breathlessly awaits their latest mental emissions.
As for traveling…I am really not sure anyone wants to know the latest.
In brief: the hubster and I had a great trip to
The one with Stage Four kidney cancer.
Apparently Keith had "died" and been resuscitated. Reportedly his first demand upon rejoining the land of the living was for his Propecia, in that he didn't want to die bald.
Despite his humor, which normally would betoken health, we changed our travel plans so we could fly directly from
At , the last thing anyone wanted was a tour of southern
Bruce left later the same day, while I stayed overnight.
Those of you who have been in the same situation—facing the loss of a loved one—know that certain matters must be discussed. Life and death. The settling of old disputes which may have seemed important in the past, but which now pale in significance compared to the great journey ahead. Declarations of love.
I have never before been a forgiving person, but now I am. It's a good thing, as Martha would say.
Another trip to
At the same time, I know I must not allow the threads and tendrils of my life either unravel or knot. So I bounce back and forth, up and down the length of
If any of you out there have a loved one suffering, feel free to post a comment.