So here I am in Illinois visiting my dad. Quilting did not happen this past week, which I spent working on the biographical sketch of each of my parents, sorting through papers and pictures, thinking about questions I might want to ask Dad. He has a different view of family history than I do and often does not want to talk about his family. But I've already heard a good story today, about his first girl friend, Thelma Kay, in third grade. When I first booked a trip in January for this week of spring break, I planned to visit...yes, you guessed it, Phoenix. My trip would overlap Liz's visit, so I'd see her as well as e and her parents Then Dad had some health concerns, and I knew I had to come out here. Sometimes I feel bad about not making a bigger effort to see my mother during her last weeks, not that Dad is dying, but he is getting older.
Thunder! Rumbling in the distance, grey skies, no rain...yet.
I flew to Indianapolis yesterday and spent the night with my sister, who lives about 20 minutes from the airport. This morning I drove over to Dad's, then will return to Cynthia's Friday afternoon and fly home Saturday.
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