You never call. You never write anymore. A few of the questions that echoed through the blogosphere. I’ll attempt to account for my lack of activity.
Most recently, my loyal companion, Max passed away on January 18, 2024. I knew the day would come. Still was a surprise that morning, when his actions told me it was time. His fourteen-year-old body had given out. He was in intense pain.
Before that, my youngest daughter was betrothed over the New Years weekend. Max made the journey–a three-hour trip each way. Little did I know, it would be his last road trip.
My wife has been recovering from knee replacement surgery complications, over a period of six months. I am indebted to the kindness of my neighbor, who mowed the lawn and raked leaves last autumn.
I look forward to the future. My wife is making great strides in recovery. There will be a relocation in 2025. I know, I swore there would never be another move. More to come on this.
Sorry about Max…
Thanks Jack. He was good company.