Louie was a wonderful man, funny, big hearted, and he almost always had a smile on his face. Then he got cancer, twice in two years, and the second bout was too much for his body to fight. He's not suffering any more, and for that we are grateful, but it still seems so shocking that he is gone.
My heart goes out to Laurie and her Mom and brothers. I can't even imagine, don't want to imagine, losing my Dad. Laurie had a chance to say goodbye, thank God. She came to see him before they left for California, and he was awake and alert and they spoke. Shortly after she left, he slipped into a coma, from the morphine, I think.
I felt icky all day, tired and lethargic and unable to move or do much, but then evening came and I had a deep desire to get on my bike and pedal along the waterfront. So I drove to the mall, parked, hopped on my bike, and took off on a lovely long ride. I started riding at 7:45 and finished my ride at 10:25...so close to 3 hours. I stopped a LOT to take photos, but only stopped to rest on benches twice, and didn't sit for long. Once was to cool down, and once to eat a granola bar.
Here are some photos I took this evening.
|My route tonight|
|Norgoma and my bike|
|Near Bushplane Museum|
|Old stone house.|
|Behind old hospitals.|
|My old house, second from corner.|
|Pond at Belleview Park|
|Bridge over Pond|
|Sunset over International Bridge|
|Time I got back to truck.|