It's snowing in Minnesota. I know because I'm watching it out the window. Steve and I drove to his parents farm last week to try and do what we can to help his mom, as his dad looses his battle with prostate cancer. Mike chose to stay at home and spend his last days on the farm where he's lived all his 78 years. He's confined to his bed now, so we sit to keep him company, get him a sip of water, straighten the covers he keeps throwing off. Steve's four sisters, spouses, grandchildren and great grandchildren have all been coming and going. Mike is a lucky man.
So we are sitting, doing embroidery, playing guitar, while Jean sees to some of the final plans and has a little time to herself.