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August 9th - "Unable are the Loved to die - For Love is Immortality."
~ Emily Dickinson
I have been in Philadelphia since last Tuesday (August
1st), after receiving the phone call that my mother's health had
taken a turn for the worse. She remained conscious for several
hours after I arrived, and I felt my heart break into a million
pieces as I said goodbye to her. The hospital staff expected that
she would pass during the night, but she is still here - fighting
with all her might to stay in the mortal world.
I've spent just about every moment of every day
at the hospital, catching a few hours of sleep each night in a
recliner next to her bed. I hold her hand and talk to her, even
though I know that she may not hear much of what I am saying.
When she moans, I stroke her head and whisper soothing words in
I spend hours talking to her about all the wonderful
memories I have of childhood, and how amazing a mother - and woman
- she is. Sometimes her eyes open for a split second and she sighs.
We continue to encourage her to let go of the pain
so that she may rest peacefully. I pray every day that God will
take her. I talk to my father and ask him to come to her. But
still, she hangs onto this world, even though the woman so many
remember and love, is gone. My eyes fill with tears when she moans
for her mother, and yet I expect that I will moan for my mother
when it is time for me to leave this world.
Some days I feel numb. I move through the day in
a fog, too tired to cry. Other days, the tears fall constantly
and I wonder if they will ever stop. Some days I am still in denial
- expecting her to open her eyes and be miraculously healed. And
other days, I stand over her and reality hits... I am losing my
My heart hurts.
August 17th - "Where there is love there is life." ~ Mohandas
Mom is still hanging on. The nursing
staff is incredulous. Her morphine dosage is higher than anyone
has ever seen in their career (56ml drip), and yet she has had more
episodes of semi-consciousness lately, than she had in the first
week. Despite these moments of awareness, her body is failing as
her kidneys shut down and her heart loses its strength.
The experience of watching my mother waste away is very painful.
And yet, even as I look into her cloudy eyes, I still remember the
sparkle that was always there. Even while stroking her thin arms,
and holding her tiny hands, I remember when those arms used to envelop
me, and those hands used to take a hold of mine.
I don't spend the night at the hospital any longer, although I
do visit every day. Most days, Mom is unconscious throughout my
visit, but once in a while, she'll open her eyes and shift them
to look in my direction. I don't think she sees clearly any longer;
perhaps she sees the shadow of my face, or my silhouette. When I
ask her questions that require only a yes or no answer, she sometimes
responds. She has said my name aloud on several occasions, after
I've identified myself to her. I hold her hand, and sometimes when
I try to let go, she'll tighten her grip on me. She'll sometimes
speak full sentences - things that don't really make a lot of sense,
but that we try to interpret regardless.
She has said on several occasions: "It's so beautiful".
Once she asked for her shoes. (For a trip?) She speaks of her dad
(my grandfather passed away in July 1981). One of the nurses on
the staff believes that Mom is somewhere between the physical world
and heaven, but not quite ready to let go of her body.
At times, Mom responds to me when I talk to her about things from
my childhood. Yesterday, I asked her if she remembered when my brothers
and I used to set up an ice tea stand in front of the house, and
I saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a small smile. I continue
to talk to her and tell her how much I love her. I believe she hears
I am in the process of creating a slide show type presentation
to be played at Mom's memorial. I spent hours combing through the
many boxes of photographs I found throughout Mom's house. I chose
many photographs which I feel accurately display my mother's spirit.
There are photographs of Mom as a young adult, photos taken while
she was dating my dad, photos of Mom after we all came along. There
are so many photos of Mom laughing. And making cute faces. And hugging
and kissing my father. And cuddling her grandchildren when they
were infants. And still more photos of Mom, after Dad passed away,
when she began attending senior dances and making friends. Everyone
who knows Mom, loves her. She has touched so many lives!
I will be including the photo below in the presentation. It was
taken on their wedding day in January 1959. I love this photograph
because it shows my dad and mom on one of the happiest days of their
lives. I believe that they will be together again soon, and as sad
as I am to say goodbye to my mother, I am also happy that she will
once again be with the love of her life.
Today is my brother Steve's birthday. He's on vacation this
week. I'd like to bake him a cake, if I can find some mix in the
cabinets. Either that, or I'll go out and pick up a cake for him.
Even though the mood around here has been pretty somber, I know
that Mom wouldn't want him to be sad. After all, he was always her
I changed my return tickets to Fairbanks. I'll be staying here
in Philadelphia until the 28th. Oh how I miss my husband! Speaking
of my husband, things look pretty good that he will NOT be returning
to Iraq. I am so thankful. I'm going to need him more than ever
August 24th - Still Hanging On
|I'm going to use my return ticket
and go home as scheduled on Monday (28th). That is, unless Mom decides
to leave this world before then. It isn't easy to make this decision,
but I need to go home and see my husband. I miss him and need to feel
his arms around me.
My brother and SIL totally understand. I certainly haven't worn
out my welcome here, but I'm so homesick for Steve. School starts
here next week, and things are going to be very hectic. I don't
want to intrude.
There's always the chance that Mom will pass soon after I leave
here, and I'll have to turn around and come right back. I know that
it will be an additional expense to incur, but at least I'll have
Steve's company when I return.
As always, we are amazed that Mom is still with us. Obviously God
has different plans for her.
The day before yesterday, Mom had a fairly *lucid* day. While she
did spend many hours in a comatose state, she also woke up several
times, opened her eyes, and spoke. Dee and I visited in the early
afternoon. When we got there, she was totally unconscious and unresponsive.
I wiped a sponge stick across Mom's lips. I opened her mouth, and
gave her a quick teeth brushing. When I was done, she opened her
eyes and looked right at me. I said, "Does that feel better,
Mom?" And she whispered, "Yes. Thank you." Then she
went back to sleep.
I told the nurse about Mom's response. The nurse then told me that
she came by to check Mom's vitals that same morning, and as always
said, "Good morning, Florence!" Mom said "Good morning"
- and not in a whisper either! The nurse said she nearly had a heart
attack. When she tried to talk to her some more, Mom was already
fast asleep again.
Later that night, my brother and my niece went up to visit. My
brother called us from the hospital and told us that Mom was actually
having bits and pieces of conversation with the two of them. When
my niece asked her if she wanted to go shopping, Mom's eyes opened
and she smiled. (My niece and Mom loved to go shopping together)
I asked him to hold the phone up to Mom's ear so I could talk to
her, and I told her I was going to come see her the next morning.
She said, "I'm going to be out of town all day. Maybe we can
do it another time." Obviously she's suffering from a degree
of delirium, but this is the most she's responded since I arrived
in town more than three weeks ago.
I later found out that my other brother was up visiting with his
wife a few hours prior, and the two of them were talking between
themselves about what could be keeping Mom alive. Mom opened her
eyes and said quite clearly, "I'll go when I'm good and ready,
and not because you tell me to."
When things like this occur... when we see a glimpse of "Mom"...
when we hear her voice speaking determinedly and strong... we begin
to wonder: perhaps a miracle can occur? I know that might sound
like wishful thinking on all of our parts, but how in the world
has she survived this long? The doctors can give us no answers.
They are stumped. The nurses just keep saying, "She's a strong
But the facts are that she's been without food since July 30th,
and without a saline drip since August 11th. And I've seen her wound.
The tumor that began penetrating her abdomen a few months ago is
now huge. And she's on 65ml of morphine/hour. How long can someone
survive without nourishment? And how high can a morphine dose go
before a person OD's on it? We have questions that no one can answer,
because they've never seen anything like this before. Everyone around
us just watches and waits.
So, after talking to my family and my husband, I've decided to
go home. Some people may not understand this decision, but it is
what I need right now. I can't continue at this pace, in this mental
and emotional state, indefinitely. I need to feel the support of
my husband's loving arms around me. I need to take care of myself.
I'm going to tell Mom what my plans are today. If she hears me,
I hope she understands.
August 29th - Home Again
|How wonderful it is to be home! More
than that, how wonderful it is to feel my husband's arms around me
again. I have missed him, and my bed, and my furkids, and the cool
Alaska weather, and the fresh air...
I had an interesting trip home, to say the least. I arrived at
the Phila. airport three hours before my flight because I was worried
the lines would be long getting through the screeners. I was totally
wrong, and it took me only 20 minutes from curb to gate. I settled
into a chair and pulled out my book. My schedule had me flying from
PHL to Minneapolis and then changing planes to continue to Fairbanks.
I only had a 40 minute layover, and 40 minutes in Minneapolis isn't
a whole lot. That airport is insane, and it never fails that I have
to run from one end to the other to make my connecting flight, so
I was pretty nervous about that. And then I looked up at the info
board at the gate and saw that my flight out of PHL was delayed
an additional 30 minutes. With only 10 minutes between flights,
I knew I'd never make my connection.
I approached the agent standing at the counter. An elderly lady
was already up at the counter. I couldn't help but hear her conversation;
she was upset that she wouldn't make her connecting flight to Fairbanks.
(She was on a Holland Cruise Lines tour) I stepped forward and told
her (and the agent) that I was also going to Fairbanks. We stood
together as the agent tried to find alternate flights for us. At
one point the agent suggested we get on a Delta flight to SLC with
a connect to Fairbanks, but that would be a very tight schedule
with a short layover. After my SIL's experience playing "Groundhog
Day" in SLC, I told the older lady that we'd have a better
chance getting to AK from Minneapolis than we would SLC. We decided
to stick with the original itinerary and deal with the problem when
The agent called ahead to Minneapolis and got a verbal commitment
that the departing plane to Fairbanks would wait an additional 10
minutes for us to arrive, but couldn't guarantee they'd hold the
plane any longer. That would give us about 20 minutes to get from
one plane to the other. Not impossible, but certainly no easy task.
Marilyn (the older lady) requested that a cart be waiting for her,
since she is disabled and walks with a cane. I told the agent that
I would be riding that cart with Marilyn.
I had a seat in the exit row which I paid an extra $15 for - this
premium seating charge is a crock, but I wanted the extra leg room.
Marilyn and her husband were in row 5. I got in line to board, and
my pass was scanned. That's when the beeping started. The agent
stopped me and took my boarding pass. He crossed out my exit row
seat number, and wrote in a seat number in First Class. I don't
know why, but I'd wager that the counter clerk I talked to with
Marilyn had something to do with it. Perhaps she wanted me in a
seat closer to the exit so I'd make my connecting flight? *shrug*
Whatever the reason, I took advantage of my elevated status and
indulged in three glass of complimentary merlot.
When we finally lifted off, the pilot made an announcement that
we would be ONE HOUR late landing in Minneapolis. I just knew I'd
be spending the night at the airport, and hoped that I'd be at least
given a motel room. I decided that I'd visit the Mall of America
while I was stuck overnight.
An hour into the flight, the flight attendant approached me and
said, "I've never heard of this before, but the pilot of the
flight going to Fairbanks just called and said he would hold that
plane until you and the others got there."
When we landed, a airport *golf* cart was waiting for us and it
whisked us to the other plane. The plane was packed with aggravated
passengers who were wondering why the heck they were stuck at the
gate for 45 minutes. I wasn't going to be the one to tell them.
We made up time while flying, and I arrived only 40 minutes later
than expected. What a joy to see Steve's smiling face when I got
to the top of the escalator leading down to the airport lobby. It's
so good to be home!
Warning: the following
paragraphs may be considered a bit graphic or descriptive for some
readers, but I want to write my feelings/observations out, as a
record of this sad time in my life.
I visited Mom the night before I left Philly. There isn't much
change. As always, we're amazed/shocked that she's still hanging
on. As time has passed, I've hated going to visit her. Each visit
leaves me more and more drained, and I found myself crying harder
in the later days, than I did in the earlier days. I think I've
somewhat comes to terms with her impending death, but it is so hard
to see her in the condition she's in.
After laying in a bed for a month, Mom's muscles and tendons have
wasted and shortened. This has caused her arms to pull up close
to her chest, with bent elbows, wrists, and fingers. The shrinkage
of her achilles tendon has pulled her feet into a pointed position
- much like a ballerina standing on her toes. The tendons in her
neck have shrunk, pulling her lower jaw downward, so that she always
has her mouth open. Breathing constantly through her mouth dries
out her tongue, lips, and throat. The little bit of saliva she makes,
dries quickly, and solidifies. Every few days, I used a swab to
remove this debris from her mouth.
The last time she said anything coherent was about three days ago.
I was there visiting with my brother and SIL, and Mom's boyfriend
(who stands vigil at her bedside every single day for hours). She
opened her eyes and I saw her eyes move from side to side as if
she could see me on her right, and my brother on her left. I asked
her if she was in pain (she gets a direct shot of morphine in addition
to the drip if she's in pain), and she looked into my eyes and said,
"I just want to die". In that moment, I wished for the
strength and the courage to take her bed pillow and hold it over
her face. Does this make me bad? Am I evil for having this fleeting
thought? I don't feel bad or evil. I can't stand to see her this
way! This is what she DIDN'T want! She is lingering in pain, and
all she wanted was to pass quickly and easily. I was always a supporter
of assisted suicide (as was Mom), and I wish today, more than ever,
that she lived in Oregon - where it is legal. It is cruel to make
anyone go through the pain and suffering that she has - especially
over the last 30 days. We put our pets down mercifully, but we can't
put our loved ones down? WHY NOT???!!!!
I slept in this morning. I didn't open my eyes until 8am.
Since I was still pretty much on Eastern Time, it felt like noon
to me. I was fast asleep last night before 11pm. After a month of
sleeping in a warm, humid bedroom with a fan keeping me cool, falling
asleep with the windows open and an overnight temp in the high 40s
was absolutely heavenly. At one point during the night, I must have
been shivering. Steve got up and grabbed a quilt and tucked it around
me. I really missed being cared for.
Steve called the Major this morning and asked him if he could
take the day off and spend it with me. Since there wasn't much going
on, it wasn't a problem. After a scrumptious breakfast of scrambled
eggs with cheese and bagels and cream cheese, I grabbed my camera,
leashed up Sedona, and we took off walking in the woods.
What a gorgeous morning for a walk! The air was crisp and fresh.
The sun was shining. After a month of humid and sweaty days in the
80s, heading off into the cool, moist trees behind our house was
like being on vacation. The mushrooms are coming up everywhere.
The leaves are gradually changing on the birch and aspen trees.
There are a few golden trees here and there, but most still have
their green leaves. The smaller bushes (prickly rose, high bush
cranberries) have already begun to make the color change. There
are a few fireweed bushes with some magenta flowers still blooming,
but for the most part, they've already got the cottony wisps entwined
around the stems. I took some photos along the way, which I'll share
And then we decided to walk the small path that winds through the
trees near the approach strip here on base. That's typically where
the moose live. We were halfway through the woods, when we came
upon a cow moose. She was grazing and saw us first. Steve put Sedona's
leash back on her and we stood watching each other. I took a few
photographs before she decided to move off into the thicker woods.
We continued on our way. What a joy! I have missed the wildlife
I got a supportive and sympathetic email from my friend Jan
(the musher) a few days ago. She emailed me when she read about
my mom in this journal. Her own mother passed away suddenly on August
18th from a suspected pulmonary embolus. Jan feels she never got
the chance to really say 'goodbye'. But she also didn't have to
watch her mother suffer. Is one way worse than the other? Jan feels
she missed the chance to say a proper goodbye. I had that chance,
but wish my mother would have died suddenly, rather than to linger
and suffer. No matter... we are both dealing with the grief of losing
our mothers. There are no words to adequately explain the sorrow.
Don't let one minute pass. Say what has to be said. Tell those
you love how much you love them. Now. Before the chance is gone
and it's too late.
August 30th - Picture Time
I finally had a chance to download
the photos I took while I was in Philadelphia, as well as those
I took yesterday while walking with Steve.
first, I want to publicly thank my brother Steve, and my sister-in-law
Diane, for opening their home to me while I was in town visiting
Mom. There is no other place I'd rather stay while in Philly, than
with them. I enjoyed their company, and the company of my niece
Rachel, and my nephew, Sean - as well as the furry goodness of their
two cats: Katie (top) and Myles (bottom). I love you guys!!!!
As for Pennsylvania wildlife, I had to settle for the surprise
visit of a baby possum on the back patio. This little guy discovered
the bowls of cat food and water, and decided it was much easier
to help himself to the buffet! We spent more than 30 minutes watching
him eat and drink his fill, before scampering back under the deck.
The weather in Philadelphia was hot and humid - especially when
compared to the weather here in Alaska. At first I had a hard time
tolerating it; always feeling hot and sticky. And my hair with all
of that humidity? What a frizzy mess! It rained for a few days here
and there, which I rather enjoyed. Especially the few nights when
there was loud thunder and lightning. I've always enjoyed thunderstorms,
and we don't get too many of them here. The sound effects made for
sound of running water coming from the two garden ponds that Steve
meticulously maintains, is also quite soothing. In his front yard,
he has a metal birdbath with a fountain. One of the highlights of
my stay was seeing a brilliant yellow goldfinch bathing there, along
with dozens of other sparrows and finches and robins. There's even
a hummingbird who visits from time to time, sucking the nectar from
the flowers in the garden surrounding the pond.
In the back yard, there is a gorgeous koi pond, just teeming with
fish. Steve knows them by their personality and liked telling me
which ones were the aggressors and which ones loved swimming through
the bubbles made by the fountain and the hose when he adds water
to the pond. The fish are huge and I am amazed that they survive
the winter months and come back to life each spring.
I spent the first nine or ten days sleeping at the hospital
next to Mom's bed, and didn't do much of anything else except to
make a few trips back to the house to shower and change. Exhausted,
I finally made the decision to begin spending nights at my brother's
house. Over the course of the month, we did find some time here
and there for a little downtime, and we took advantage of those
One afternoon, Steve and Diane (Dee) and I decided to take a drive
to Bristol to do some walking in the historic district.
First settled as Buckingham (for Buckingham, England) in 1681,
the borough of Bristol, Pennsylvania is one of the oldest settlements
in the United States, and is about 15-30 minutes north of Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania. It was originally used as a port and dock. Bristol
is rich in history, boasting many historic and restored houses
that line the streets of Radcliffe and Mill.
When I lived in PA, I used to go to Bristol from time to time to
look at the old houses and walk through some of the historic cemeteries.
I love the architecture of homes from that period, with their brick
or stone exterior, shuttered windows, ornate cornices, and in some
cases, wide porches. We walked through two cemeteries, reading the
names and dates on the headstones. Considering how 'new' Fairbanks
is, I can't help but be amazed when I see dates from the early 1700s
carved into the granite.
After walking for awhile, we stopped at a tavern and had a cold
beer while sitting out on a veranda overlooking the river. It was
nice to relax and chat in the cooler air of the early evening. We
all needed some downtime to boost our spirits. Here are some photos
I took in Bristol:
Headstones in a row
Sailboat on the Delaware
Fire escape flowers
Old warehouse and ivy
afternoon , I took my nephew Sean to Pennypack Park after visiting
Mom at the hospital. When I lived in Philadelphia/Bucks County,
my sons and I used to go to the various parks along Pennypack Creek
to skip stones, hike, explore the little man-made waterfalls, and
to enjoy the peace and quiet. Sean and I took a short hike along
a path until we got to the first little waterfalls. There were lots
of butterflies flitting about, and at least a dozen ducks taking
a swim. While Sean skipped stones, and made his way out into the
creek by jumping from rock to rock, I looked for things to photograph.
H2O: Pennypack Park was created beginning in 1905, and protects
one of the few watersheds in Philadelphia that was not either
obliterated (after the burying of the streams) or badly encroached
upon. With miles of bike, hiking and horse trails, the Pennypack
is one of the gems of the Philadelphia park system.
Cabbage white butterfly
Pennypack Creek waterfalls
Reflections in the creek
August 17th, my brother Steve celebrated a birthday. At his request,
we had dinner at Carrabbas - one of his favorite restaurants. It's
also one of mine and Steve's favorites too, and every time we make
a trip to Philly we always plan to eat at least one meal there.
I had delicious veal piccata, accompanied by warm, crusty bread
dipped in olive oil and herbs. When we told the waitress it was
Steve's birthday, she brought him a piece of chocolate cake and
gathered some of the wait staff to sing to him. Earlier, I baked
him a cake, so we indulged in even more dessert when we got home.
Note the use of only one candle. At Steve's age, we certainly didn't
want the fire company to come out to the house! *grin*
Located outside of Philadelphia, is a remarkable structure:
the Bryn Athyn Cathedral. The cathedral is the headquarters of The
Church of the New Jerusalem, more commonly known as "Swedenborgians."
The cathedral was begun in 1913 under the direction of John Pitcairn
and William Fredrick Pendleton, the Bishop of the Church. The main
building was dedicated in 1919. Structural building ended in 1929.
The stained glass was completed in the 1960's.
Steve took me to the cathedral one day after leaving the hospital.
The structure is absolutely gorgeous! The main building is of the
Early Gothic style, while the adjoining structures are of a transitional
period reflective of a combination of both Gothic and Norman styles.
The exterior appearance of the Cathedral itself is reminiscent of
Gloucester Cathedral in England.
Bryn Athyn Cathedral
Gardens around the Cathedral
Praying mantis and bee
my last day in Philadelphia, after visiting Mom, the three of us
decided to take a drive up to New Hope. The primary industry of
New Hope is tourism. On weekends the streets are crowded with tourists
visiting the many restaurants, antique shops, art galleries, or
just strolling along the river and the Delaware Division Canal.
The canal was built in the middle decades of the 19th century, to
carry coal, limestone, cement, and lumber from the northeastern
reaches of Pennsylvania to Philadelphia. There have been mule-drawn
barges providing rides for tourists and chartered private parties
running from the locks at New Hope, Pennsylvania to a point about
a mile and a half above Centre Bridge since the late 1950's. (The
photo at left is my brother and sister in law)
I lived in PA, I used to visit New Hope and nearby Peddlers Village
several times a month during the summer. The shops were always fun
to explore, and wandering the streets was always good exercise.
My sons were more interested in the canal so I had to keep a sharp
eye on them to make sure they didn't decide to take a swim.
Steve, Dee and I stopped at The Landing Restaurant for a bite to
eat and their signature Bloody Mary drink. (I'm not a Bloody Mary
gal, so I opted for a couple of glasses of Merlot) We decided to
eat outside on the terrace. The views of the Delaware River were
beautiful, and we were entertained by a family of ducks who were
obviously used to being fed by diners on a regular basis.
After lunch, we took a relaxing stroll along the canal to burn
off some calories and to clear the alcohol from our brains before
heading home. I had a wonderful time, and for a little while I was
able to forget the reason I had come to Philadelphia.
New Hope falls
House on the canal
House on the canal
Shops and galleries on canal
already wrote about how happy I am to be back in Alaska, so I won't
repeat myself. But after being away for so long, I was amazed at
the visible changes in the foliage and couldn't wait to capture
some of the more intense colors with my camera. Stumbling upon the
cow moose while out on our walk was the biggest thrill of all, and
I was glad that she was comfortable enough with our presence to
stick around long enough for photos.
In addition, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that my other
dwarf sunflower plant has bloomed! It's a Teddy Bear Sunflower and
looks great! There appears to be two more blooms on the plant and
I hope they have a chance to open before the weather gets too cold
and kills them. Now I'm really excited about owning my own home
and having a nice garden someday.
is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~ Albert Camus ~
I spent a few hours with Shawna and her babies (Courtney and
Collin) today. We went to lunch and then to Pioneer Park to play
for a little while in the playground. The weather was beautiful
today - sunny and not too warm. I'm glad I got outside.
I'm still feeling really down though. I guess it's to be expected,
but it's not something I'm happy about. I don't like feeling so
'blah'. I feel like tears are right there - just under the surface
- and it doesn't take much to make my eyes flood. A song... a memory...
a photograph - that's all it takes to make the floodgates open.
I'm happy to be home, with Steve here to comfort me, but even he
can't take away the immense sadness which fills my heart. This is
August 31st - Getting away for the weekend
Steve has a four-day weekend for
Labor Day, so we decided to take a spur of the moment road trip
to Valdez. We just got back from picking up a few groceries, and
plan to get on the road tomorrow morning. We'll be back late Monday.
The weather isn't supposed to be so great in Valdez (rain, clouds,
fog), and the temperature is only predicted to be in the 50s and
60s (with overnight temps in the 30s and 40s) but we both really
feel the need to get away - even if we spend the entire weekend
wearing rain gear and dodging raindrops.
This will be my first time camping this year, even though summer
is pretty much over. Steve went camping once while my SIL was in
town, but other than that, the camper has sat in the storage lot
collecting dust. We're both excited about going, even though loading
the camper is never fun. Fortunately, it's already stocked with
cookware and utensils and dishes, so we only have to add food and
our clothes (and my camera gear and Steve's fishing gear).
Nature and the outdoors is good therapy for me. So is photography.
If all goes well, I'll come back feeling a lot better than I have
With that being said, I'll see you in September. Have a great weekend!
Go to September
2006 Susan L Stevenson