He would have been 90...

Today would have been my Poppi's 90th birthday. I had planned on going down this weekend to see him but he passed away Tuesday the 14th. I flew down on Wednesday and his funeral was on Thursday. Its sad to know that he is gone, but he did live a wonderful and full life. I can only hope that he is with Nana again and they are living it up together in heaven.

Happy 90th Poppi and rest well!

Not a good weekend...

Yesterday was truly one of those horrible days. A few bright spots, but all and all horrible...

Dad is having problems with one of his lungs. They don't know the full story or reason, but it seems like there is still a lot of fluid in there. We are waiting to hear the results of a CT scan. He was also on the wrong dosage of one of his medications and has had a few tough moments with dealing with things. They have also told him that his kidney function is not where they would want it to be and that he may have to go on dialysis.

Found out that his father (my Poppi) has been in the hospital down in Florida since Thursday. They discovered some polps and one of them was sent for testing. He should be released today or tomorrow and we will wait for the test results.

Finally, my Dad's dog, Chelsea, passed away yesterday. Mary found her and Jay took care of her. She will be creamated tomorrow. Chelsea was a VERY small maltese that my Mom and Dad got back in December 1994. She was absolutely adored by my father. This dog wanted for nothing and was a very happy dog. She barked a lot and wasn't the type of dog I would have owned, but she was a good dog and made both of my parents very happy. She had been fading over the last few months and they were preparing to put her down, but she decided it was her time to go.

When it rains, its seriously floods in my life...