Over the last week, we’ve enjoyed quality time with family. While Jeremy started teaching classes at Siena College, Cindy and I hung out with Fran and James. One afternoon we drove downtown to meet Jeremy for lunch and then enjoy a nice walk around town, gazing upon the beautiful architecture.
On another afternoon, Cindy and I met James and Fran at the Riverfront Park at the Corning Reserve (also in the downtown Albany area). The weather was delightful and the scenery inspiring as we walked along the Hudson River enjoying the fresh late-summer air.
In anticipation of the celebration of our grandson, James’, first birthday, Julie and Tracy made the seven-hour drive from western Pennsylvania. It was great having them visit us on the RV again. Lilah came too, of course, and (I’m happy to report) was not in the least bit afraid of me this time. We were best buddies! We enjoyed dinner at the campground and a two-plus mile hike along the trails on the campground.
September 10th was the big day. James turned one! It is cliche, but it seems like yesterday that he was born. Cindy and I were blessed to be in Oakland, California when he made his grand entrance into this world. We saw him at 5 months, and now we were able to celebrate his first anniversary of being alive. We had pizza and cake and lots of presents.
Unfortunately, the joy was tempered by a touch of sorrow. The day before James’ birthday, Fran’s father, Tony, was taken to the emergency room in south Florida. He was admitted to the intensive care unit with septic shock and his life was in the balance. Prior to this incident, he had been enjoying life with his usual good health. Life is fragile and we should cherish every day. We, and many others, prayed fervently for his healing. Hurricane Irma presented insurmountable obstacles to Fran’s hoped-for travel to see her dad, but finally, earlier this week she was able to make the trip. He is still in critical condition, but he has made significant strides forward. Cindy and I were to fly out on Thursday, but she was able to rearrange her flight and depart early next week to watch James while Jeremy is at work and Fran is with her Father. Our grandson has definitely fallen in love with his Yia Yia (as Cindy is called).
On Thursday, the 14th, I flew from Albany to Minneapolis, and from there drove a rental car for a four-hour drive into north-central Wisconsin for my next spell of shift work in a brand new (to me) emergency department.