The Deer of Tanglewood

The days here in Tanglewood with my parents have settled into a new pattern. Mary Ann handles a lot of the daily chores as we work to help them settle into a new, if more restricted, pattern. My father’s mobility is very restricted, limited to a few feet of travel with a walker. Mary Ann… Continue reading The Deer of Tanglewood

We all came home

Yesterday, the population of the Heart Hospital went down considerably. My father Gene was the only one of us on the charts, but when he checked out, so did all the relatives that had been living in those visitor chairs for the past nine days. Evening at his house was a strange party, with visiting… Continue reading We all came home

Circling the Floor

It’s been a week now since Mary Ann and I threw some clothes into the RV and headed to Amarillo. My father, Gene Melton had suffered a heart attack and weakened kidney function, and it was time for some serious hospital sitting. It’s strange how tasks that normally would be intolerably boring can be handled… Continue reading Circling the Floor