A Wedding Poem

I wanted to share a little more about our cabin trip last week.

My mom asked me last month if I could take my Dad to the cabin for a few days.  

He was really wanting to get out and thought it would be nice to work on Megan's wedding poem outside in the mountains.  Everything seems clearer in the mountains.

My Dad has written each of his kids a wedding poem.  It's always a labor of love where he shares the various events of our lives leading up to our marriage.  He and I spent some time going over some memories we have of Megan and he spent several hours working on it.

He made a lot of progress and kept thanking me for taking him.

No Dad, THANK YOU.  Thank you for letting me help you and thank you for this beautiful cabin where we've made so many memories.

Cancer is a real pain in the butt, but, it's teaching my Dad all kinds of lessons.

In his pre-cancer life he would have spent hours on work projects up there.  Instead he spent hours napping, an hour washing windows, about 15 minutes vacuuming the basement, and a few minutes cutting down a weed tree right next to the cabin.  He loves to get things done and these few small tasks made him pretty happy.

Ice Cream at Ridley's made us all happy!

And pizza dipped in fanta and root beer made these two very happy...