Hello everyone. I want to thank those of your who held my brother Lyle in your hearts, however briefly. He succumbed yesterday to a very aggressive lymphoma B cancer about three days after it was diagnosed. He was in a great deal of pain and there wasn’t anything the doctors could do except make him comfortable. It was fortuitous that Lyle & Ruth’s granddaughter, Sarah, is an RN at the hospital where he was, and he had first class care. For that, we’re grateful. He will be missed. Especially all those emails he signed with “older and wiser big bro”.
As I write this I’m on Delta flight 1156, headed for Atlanta. From there I’ll continue on to Bradley Field in Hartford. I’m in the middle seat near the rear of the plane. To my left is Lionel who lives in Lake Oswego. His son is a redshirt freshman Oregon Duck, #33, outside linebacker. To my right is Don who lives in Firlock Park in St. Helens. Don works at Boise Cascade and knew Diane’s dad, Mel. He also knows Diane’s uncle Bill and aunt Carolyn. Small world.
So far all I’ve spilled is a glass of orange juice. Most of it went in my hat, and all over my tray. Sadly, doing this triggered a strong desire to verify the functionality of my urinary tract. I know it was working before we took off. But, I’ll need to check it again before i can safely take a nap, which I need.
The nap would be good because by the time Diane and I made these travel plans it was after midnight and we needed to be out of the house by 4:30 for my 6:20 flight. I did not sleep at all.
I hope everyone is well. Except for my inflated bladder and my sore hip I’m fine. Oh, my eyes burn, too.