Yesterday my father (unexpectedly) found a little burst of energy, and wanted to run a few errands. We went to all his favorite places, the Organic grocery store, the fresh fish store, and here, the pharmacy, that he’s been using for years.

My fathers tumor has closed his throat so much, it’s made it almost impossible to understand what he’s saying, so he wrote down all of his questions on notecards…

Kind of poetic, because when I first became really sick in the fall of 2005, I used to write down my problems on notecards, because I couldn’t hold any train thought for more than a few moments.

I translated a lot for my father. I smiled a lot, and thanked a lot of people. It was our last father-daughter outing together, and we were surveying some of his most important places over the last few years…

The picture below is my father pointing down to the notecard, while Paul reads it…Paul was trying so hard to understand my father without the card, it pained both of them when Paul finally had to cave and look down it…

I smiled, and said thank you. Thank you everyone.

Thank you.