This past week was a busy one...the rig needed to have it's battery jumped (COVID attacked my rig because of my lack of driving), fixed a major plumbing leak in our irrigation and fire suppression line, dried and fired student pots and then retrieve all of the materials from storage for a planned trip to Montana and to see Brenda's Dad in Twin Falls.
...well MT didn't happen for me. I was planning on publishing this week from the cabin in the middle of the forest. We live in a forest, but the cabin forest is different...and I should have been looking at the lake all day rather than clay.
But the COVID news is not favorable to my travel plans. I feel pretty confident when dealing with situations I can control and if everyone along the way was playing by the same rules, I'd stand a chance...but between our place and Montana ...masks?. ..hahaha...purely optional...wearing them? No. I just can't take the chance in areas where folks don't even try physical distancing or masks...and of course who wants to monitor their hand washing (pretty sure I don't want to know). So for now...MT will have to wait.
Then on Friday we got a call nobody wants to get...Brenda's Dad was admitted into the hospital at 2 AM Friday for the third time during the week and taken off medications about 5 PM later that day. We knew the next call would be THE call. The Doctor didn't think there was time to get to Twin from here. He was correct and Brenda's Dad passed away a little after 8 PM with his Pastor, Rev. Phil Price, by his side. Rev. Phil call us with the news shortly after.
So...it was a messed up week. We're thankful that COVID was not involved with Dad's condition and we're appreciative of the ICU staffs willingness to accommodate our visit if we could have made it.
We are extremely thankful for Rev. Phil being with Dad in his final moment, reading scripture to Dad as he has done so many times. They had a great relationship. Phil said Dad opened one eye when he started to read. He knew Phil was with him. I'm sure Phil was a great comfort to Dad.
Brenda and I are so lucky to have had two sets of parents who were so good to us and for us. I miss them all...hers and mine because as we got to know each other, each of us became blessed with four parents rather than just two. Pretty special people.
We celebrated the memories of our two Dad's on Sunday.