

House call
Dear Dad, Your granddaughter just threw up for the eighth time tonight (I think; I've actually lost count). At some point this evening, she looked at me miserably and said, "I miss Giempa." I agreed wholeheartedly. It's of course a general missing, but also specific to the situation: the Cricket gets sick or hurt; the Mommy reassures, knows and does all the right things, but secretly worries; the Giempa (because he is a doctor and therefore Knows About These Things) gets call


Going with the flow
There are things related to my dad that I think I'll never stop doing. Taking photos of sunrises over the Mississippi River on my morning commute and wishing I could share them with him is one of them. But I'm starting to realize that mourning is probably not. You'd think this realization would come as a relief, but it actually threw me into a mild panic when I figured it out the other day. A friend of mine, after reading my blog post about the photo of Mom and Dad in the mus


Just a moment
My mom sent me this photo today. She received it from her friend Shel, who, with his wife, was a travel companion of Mom and Dad's. They met (I believe) on a tour of China and have taken several tours together since. Shel is a very talented amateur photographer and is still making his way through the many, many photographs he took on their tour of England, Scotland, and Wales in August--that tour, of course, being the reason Dad was in London when he was diagnosed with leukem