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We hung out in Springfield Oregon for a while to see Scott’s
old surf buddies. We went to a
couple of garage sales. I found a
pink wine glass to take the place of one that was broken over the summer
(Cody). They had one, just one,
that was just like the ones I have.
It cost an entire dollar.
What a lucky find.
We met Scott’s friends at Shari’s. They hadn’t seen each other in 40 years. They talked about the good old
days. Russell has
Parkinson’s. He has had it for 20
years. You know when you have this
disease your hands usually shake.
He had a surgery in the brain (actually 2) where they burned off lesions
and then did something else with some sort of wire. Anyhow his hands don’t shake at all. He does have trouble walking but does walk. Not only do his hands not shake but he also
took up painting two years ago. And
he is a fabulous painter. They
could sell for hundreds of dollars.
They are really good. He
paints each one for someone special in his life. He is a true inspiration of never give up. He took his love of surfing and need to
give back and started to judge surf contests. He couldn’t surf but he still wanted to be part of it. Then he found painting. He has a very positive out look on
life. He has things he wants to do
and he will eventually do them all.
His friends and family are very supportive and willing to help him in
any way they can. The support he
gets keeps him going.
Scott’s other friend that we met helps people who are in
prison or coming out of prison. He
works for a nonprofit that puts together programs to educate and help the
people develop skills they can use to become productive citizens. They help them get back into society
and feel good about themselves so they don’t turn to drugs, alcohol, violence
or other things. What a good
program.
Our drive home was beautiful. We really have a gorgeous world that God gave us. It was tough driving. A few times I could feel my chest
tighten up and the tears come.
When we got home we were first greeted by Klyde. He talked to me just like I thought he
would. I gave him a little piece
of bacon. He followed me around a
little. I had to go in a get the
deaf dog Princess. She came
outside with all the wiggles. She
enjoyed her little bit of bacon.
Dude never moved form the bed.
I had to go upstairs to find him in his usual spot at the foot of our
bed. I gave him a hug and
pet. I think they were all happy
to see us.
Our niece, Janice, was at the house to greet us. She had the house all clean. That was so nice of her to make sure we
came home to a clean house. She
even scooped all of the poop.
I went into Kathryn’s room later. This was the hard part that made me cry and question
God. She still seems so
alive. When I go to the blog and
her picture comes up with that excited look on her face. I can’t think of her as gone because
she looks so alive. How could she not
be here with all of that life in her?
Most people think she had a long drawn out ordeal. They can’t believe that the photos that
we have of her just a few months before she died. She went to Mexico with us in July. She made the backdrop and cake for my
birthday party. She went to school
and Houston and planned a big Christmas Party. It went fast.
But I guess that is better than prolonged suffering. The last week was hard.
I didn’t sleep very well either and the Printer made some
noises this morning around 5:45.
Kathryn just kept coming to me in my mind and I couldn’t sleep. Once I wake it is hard to get back to
sleep if I do at all. My mind just
won’t stop.
I went through some mail and did a few other things but then
I just crashed. By 8pm I was out
on the couch. I couldn’t
move. My body was so tired. Maybe my sleep on the couch was enough.
It’s a new day now and I’m up and ready to get some things
done.
Have a Great Day!
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