Went up to Canada for Bryan's memorial/wake. I was supposed to be there for trick-or-treating with Juliet and her cousins, but I encountered yet another diaster, a 3-hour traffic jam on Highway 17. Needless to say, I missed my plane, and the next flight, too... Candice suggested that I just fly up to Vancouver and spend the night and take an early morning seaplane to Salt Spring Island.
Which I did, and then joined the Denton family fray, with David, Heather, Colin, and their SOs Jeanette, Sharon, Alex (Allie), and Sammie. Juliet (age "almost 5") and Sammie (age "almost 6") became best of friends and were inseparable. They were most definitely BFFs. It was just so sweet and innocent amidst the grief and family dramas.
Now after a very brief interlude back in Aptos, I am back in Las Cruces, hanging out with my dad and helping with his recovery and just talking with him and trying to figure out what we are going to do. He was very independent and now, suddenly--in a stroke as it were--he is bed-ridden and unable even to feed himself.
At one point, he was intubated and we didn't think he was going to make it. Thank God, he is much better than that now, but still totally debilitated. But the future is still unknown. It doesn't look like he is going to be able to go back to living on his own in his trailer in T or C, but he may be able to still enjoy a few quiet years.
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