Monday, March 16, 2009

A scary call...

Right there while we were struggling in the Spring of our freshman year as homesteaders, we got a call from my mother. My father hadn't been doing well since January, she said. 

That was news, the very first news that he might be in a decline.

She said he was having treatments - unspecified - every few weeks and they weren't working as well as they had been. 

She'd keep us posted.

And how were the grandchildren?

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