Recently, I noticed that I've written several posts over the years wherein I ended the post with a promise for Part 2. I had every good intention of writing the follow-up post, but somehow I never got around to it. Life moved on quickly, and we were onto the next thing. This time around, I've decided to write my "Part 2" as soon as possible so that I don't forget or just get too busy later to do so. A few weeks ago, I wrote about our visit to Charlottesville, Virginia, in September 2017, and talked a little bit about Thomas Jefferson at the end of that post.
We desperately felt the need for a change of scenery last Monday (Labor Day). Besides, I have a new camera that I haven't had a chance to use lately, and I can always use the practice. It's a Sony Alpha 5100 -- a compact camera. I really like the Canon Rebel, but it gets awfully heavy on long outings.
On this day, we grabbed a few snacks out of the kitchen, put Mr. Duncan on his leash and into the car, and headed for the mountains. It was hot here at home, but somewhat cooler in the mountains of Virginia.
It's the first day of September; we're officially headed for the end of summer and then on to fall. I love September through December -- such a beautiful time of year. I've probably mentioned here before that September is my birth month and my sister's, as well. Our birthdays are three days (and three years) apart.
Last year in the last week of September, Hal and I took a trip to Charlottesville, Virginia, for about four days. We stayed in the Shenandoah Valley, where we were surrounded by pretty countryside.
My sincere thanks to all of you who left such kind comments on the passing of my father. Your thoughts are truly appreciated, and I look forward to visiting each of you very soon. I will be staying with my mom tonight and Wednesday night; my sister stayed with her all of last week. We're trying to help mom to gradually transition to being there alone. She's not afraid to stay there by herself, but she does dread being alone all the time. She's very fortunate in that she has truly wonderful neighbors, church family, and us.
I titled this post "Gratitude" and that may seem strange upon losing a father. However, his passing could have been so much worse, and much more frightening for him and my mom, had they not gone to the hospital when they did. My dad essentially died from kidney failure; being on dialysis for the past five years was so hard on his body. When he went to the hospital two weeks ago, he had an infection and an obstruction. The infection was responding to antibiotics, but the obstruction could only be fixed by surgery, and my dad was absolutely not a candidate for surgery at that point. His body was weak, he'd lost so much weight, and his immune system was compromised. The surgeon talked to us in detail about this on Saturday afternoon. There were so many "what ifs" and risks, my mom was agonizing over making a decision. Fortunately, God took that decision out of her hands. My dad just slipped into a deep sleep sometime Saturday, and didn't wake again.
My father passed away this afternoon -- on our son's 28th birthday. Those of you who visit here regularly probably know my dad has been struggling with serious health problems for several years. He fought the good fight, but his body was just worn out. We're glad that he's no longer suffering, but we will miss him so.
I will return to write more soon.
Blessings,
When we went to Charleston back in April of this year, we tried to see some new (to us) places on this trip. On one of the days there, we visited Magnolia Plantation and Gardens. For us, the highlight of this spot was the gardens, more so than the house.
Happy Friday to you! Do you have any plans for the weekend? We'll be celebrating my dad's birthday at my parents' house on Sunday. His birthday was July 3rd, but it's easier for everyone to get together on the weekend.
On Monday, Hal and I went to the town of Denton, North Carolina, to attend the 48th Annual Southeast Old Threshers' Reunion.
