Written on 10-25-17.
I am sitting outside, and I’m the only one out here. I am at the Abiquiu Inn again, and I’m about to have dinner on their patio. The leaves on the cottonwoods here are at the halfway point. The trees straight ahead of me are still mostly green, but the trees to my left are in full yellow. The ambiance is awesome, but I miss Belinda, and I wish she was here with me. I just sent her a text to tell her so. My waiter just lit one of the outdoor gas heating lamps near my table. It is dusk, and it’s cooling rapidly.
The biggest news in our lives right now happened just this past weekend. Belinda and I drove to Lakewood to visit Mom and Dad and Joe and Tammy, but it turned out to be something entirely different. Just before we arrived at Foothills Elementary School for me to drop off some Time to Teach books, Dad called. He said that my Aunt Theresa was having some real difficulties (congestive heart failure, renal failure, and non-responsive), so she was being transported to St. Anthony’s. Theresa was born in 1960, and she had Down’s Syndrome.
It sounded awful. He said to go ahead and have my meeting, though, so we stopped at the school, but the principal was out for the day, so I simply left the books for him. Then we headed to the hospital straight away, and that was where we ended up staying for the majority of the weekend.
It sounded awful. He said to go ahead and have my meeting, though, so we stopped at the school, but the principal was out for the day, so I simply left the books for him. Then we headed to the hospital straight away, and that was where we ended up staying for the majority of the weekend.
It did not appear to be as bad as what we were told. When we saw Theresa, she was...