Surprised by the fact that after the cancer diagnosis five years ago, I am still plugging away. Terminal. Under home hospice care. Yet still here. Goals for particular events I feel I need to reach keep showing up, God be praised.
I have a goal right now to do a massive knowledge dump on my son regarding the family cabin, as only I and my father know how things work. Poor kid. Maybe his son, Max, will pick it up by osmosis, too. He says he doesn’t like camping, so we will see if he enjoys spending time on the Ridge.
My family and friends are amazingly supportive, especially my beautiful wife, who cares for me every day, with everything that I need. My old friend, Steve, flew into town a few months back in order to spend some time with me. My best friend, Murray, drove here from Cortez CO and stayed a few days. My brother, Law, and his wife are nearby and stay in close contact. My parents, I think, don’t know exactly what to say or do. Understandable. It’s horribly unfair of me to go first to be with the Lord.
I wish I had discovered profound things to relate about life here, but y’all will have to settle for picking the crumbs out of the gravel of everything laid down in this blog over the years. There is some there. There must be. I am nearly sure of it.
Love to all and sundry. Still here.