My sister, Mary Ann, her husband Greg, their dog who plays in fire; the tracks of their elusive cat
I wrote a bit about Mary Ann during my recent, rushed, stressed but ultimately successful trip to
Running Dog Publications
I wrote a bit about Mary Ann during my recent, rushed, stressed but ultimately successful trip to
This time I came back for my brother, Rex J. Hess, Jr. who, on my second morning here, had closed his eyes to go into his third open-heart surgery knowing full well that he might never open
I have taken a lot of pictures - pictures of relatives, of a friend not seen for 40 years, of snow falling, of ghosts (figuratively speaking) in my parents old house - now Rex's house, of Pak and Mac taking me to a Thai restaurant where Pak treated me as if she were back in Thailand at her own restaurant (which, Mac assures me, is more delicious than any Thai restaurant in the US) and of course of brother Rex, still in ICU but very much alive and definitely on the improve.
I can't blog it all - not now. Maybe some of it after I get home. Maybe never. But here is Archer Swallow, my ten-month old nephew, or at least the son of my nephew Thos and wife Delaina, whatever that makes him to me - grand nephew? He is pretty grand. I wish he could get together with Lynxton. What a time they would have! They would probably tear each other's hair out, except that Lynx might have a hard time getting a grip on Archer's!
Archer would certainly pull Lynx's hair. He has a great talent for it.
Archer was not allowed into ICU and had to stay in the waiting area.
I won't blog again until after I get back home to Alaska. I head home tomorrow night.
When I arrived back here at St. Mark's, I found Rex undergoing a blood transfusion and still thinking about
Rex is wheeled off to the operating room for an estimated six hours of surgery. My brother's sense of humor