sitting still in Garden Grove

Our schedule on this trip hasn't gone exactly to plan, but then, life seldom does.

We knew a long time ago that Steve's dad had terminal cancer. The only "question" was how fast things would progress. Twelve years ago the doctors gave him ten years. . . these Worshams are made of tough stuff. One tends to get overconfident after so much time goes by, but none of us can beat the odds forever.

Shortly after Kendra and Jax left Bud took a turn for the worse, so we extended our stay.  It's hard to watch a loved one fade away, and even harder to see how hard Steve's mother works to take care of him. They are receiving Hospice services too, and I can't say enough wonderful things about the folks that work for that agency. They have made it possible for Bud to be comfortable at home, and for Mom to do the things needed to take care of him. The support they provide is amazing. In the meantime we do what we can for her, connect with family, and try to keep Bud comfortable. The other boys live locally, and their only daughter flew in last night, so all the "kids" are here. "It's only a matter of time", as they say, but time moves very slowly in a situation like this.