Monday morning, on Dad's run he ran out of breath ... a lot ..... repeatedly ... so he called Dr. Money and made an appointment .... but first.
After the Dr. Appointment, Dad knew it wasn't a heart attach ... but still didn't know what it was ...
I got back in Utah County in time to meet up with Dad and do a bit of bridge babysitting, before Brady got home so Becca could go and show some houses ... She's had an amazing couple of weeks, working with about five different clients, including writing at least three offers for three different clients ... you go girl!!
Boys with Ipads are very, very easy to tend.
On Tuesday I started out with a calm and quiet breakfast in the garden house ...
On Wednesday, before life as I had known it ended, I put together this collage for my Wednesday Reclaimologist sale day ...
We were supposed to go to see Man of Lamancha at the Hale center theater that night, which I was excited about. My parents loved the story, and I've never seen it, though I did grow up with the record, so I know the songs ... BUT Scott called to say his car had lost the transmission again .... not going there ... so I'd have to come home to pick him up for the play . Then he walked over to the Daily Freeze to get fish and chips for Cheryl, as the car was broken down at the house ... and has horrible pain in his calf, he then calls again to say plan three is No Play, but the hospital and an ultrasound instead ... Yep, Dad has a blood clot in his leg... That night Brittney and Spencer came up to offer moral support as I gave Dad his first shot in the stomach.
Also that day, I took the time to gather Keith's dolls heads to make this display!! I know, you will all say creepy, but I love it!
On Friday I stayed home with Dad, and we read and napped and played on our I-phones all day, plus a few chores for me.
Dad and I took the rest of the day easy ... then on Sunday we went to Orem to Camalla Brimhall's farewell, which also happened to be Holly Burr's homecoming talk .... both girls just glowed, and the spirit was so strong. Of course it was fun to meet up with old friends from the ward. Here I am shown with Trish Otis, who was my original antiqueing partner. Her husband Cliff is the realtor who helped us get Broadstone!! You know, the one who asked Dad what chance there was that we would actually buy the house when we went to see it for the first time? ... and Dad said "2%"
and here Dad is as a shrimp among giants ... with Doug Fairbanks, far right, as the only one who still lives in the old ward. (The other two are Lyle Snell and Jeff Garret)
That night, as you see, we headed up to the park for the band concert, which is always fun and relaxing.
So that was the week our world was turned up side down!! We seemed to survive and are, perhaps, closer to the Lord now ... he loves us all so much!!