Thursday, February 22, 2007


Last Thursday about 4 am we got a call that my mom was having trouble breathing. Long story short, she was admitted for pulmonary edema, caused by a long standing problem with congestive heart failure. She is since doing fine and is ready to return to rehab for a broken hip she suffered on Christmas Day....Not a fun New Year for old mommy.
Then we have what is probably the worst experience one can have, on Friday morning. The Phone Call. My wife's father died at home, sometime in the middle of the night. Mark Twain said, when he heard of the death of his daughter back in America as he was traveling in Europe on a speaking tour, that it is a wonder that the human heart does not just stop when confronted with such things. I know now what he meant.
So the last week has been shock, sadness, wake, funeral.....many hugs and tears and the start of recovery from the loss of a fine man, gone too soon at 76.

Now for the rest of the story.

Yesterday, the day after we laid Jack to his eternal rest, son Tim and wife Allison blessed us with our 7th grandchild......Ella Grace.

As the Beatles said....Oobla dee, oobla da, life goes on,, la, la, la, life goes on.


Lee Strong said...

I'm sorry for your loss - and I rejoice in your addition.

Take comfort - he's problably celebrating the birth up in heaven.

~m2~ said...

tom, i am sorry for your loss. what a life we live, eh? prayers for your mom in her recovery. i know all too well what that is all about since my mom was in respiratory failure in late december...

congratulations and welcome to ella grace. life certainly does go on and little ones help make the transition from sorrow to joy rather nicely.