Time marches on but seems soooo slow for my dad. I drove out unexpected last night and Liz and I found him crying and reading "Oh My Father" from the hymn book. His second week at church last week...two in a row...I'm not sure what to make of that, but I hope he feels peace and comfort from attending. He was pleased to see us and escorted me from closet to closet urging me to collect any old clothes that belong to me. I took home a parka that he bought for mother while she visited him in Montana...he seemed pleased for me to take it. We ran out of things to talk about, he was quiet, I asked if he wanted to go for a walk but he told me he had been walking behind a lawn mower all day...too hot for him...too hot for all of us. He turned on his air conditioning for the first time yesterday. He is lonely for his heartbeat. I ache for him and feel blessed for my life of love and children. Only an orange peel in the trash; I doubt he's eating much. As Liz and I drive away, the shadows are long and he is waving on the porch walking back into a dark house.

Jerry, I miss you. I am so happy that you can be in such a beautiful part of the country doing what you know and love so well. I hope you get some good laughs from you friends. We are anxious for your return.

Laurel is off to court today. I hope the outcome is positive. My allergies are in full swing and I think the Allegra is knocking my energy down a few notches...maybe. I love you all. ccc