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09/15/2007: "~ Dad home, the graveyard, and doctor stuff.... ~"
I decided not to make separate entries this time, just pile it all in to one. I don't know, maybe there is just so much I forgot to put in and I want to catch up. so.... click on the more tag to find out that Dad came home, that we have babies in a graveyard in our back lot, and what the doctor said. (Really, I thought I posted all this but here we go again.....)
Dad is having still some confusion from time to time. "They" said it was a stroke, so that is very much to be expected. His vision won't return to where it was. He feels like his body below his eyes is working as much as it had been already (you know if you know). My prayer is for his thought processes to be as sharp as ever as he settles in, for no repeat strokes any time soon, for vision to improve enough to make life tolerable, and for him to be able to cherish each of his family members.
SJ (Samuel Jeff) and RM (Rosetta M Cooper) Dunn lost two children that they buried out back. There are two marble headstones, one for Floa E, who didn't even make it a month, and one for Mattie M, who lived for only four years. Research turned up two descendants, Sonny in Colorado, and Natalie in Arizona. We had just bought the land and were cleaning it up when we came across the babies' markers exactly where Clifford and Jan Rose said they would be. I'm glad we have that property now so we can take care of the little graveyard. It's special. Hey, wait, I did mention that earlier in a blog entry! I said we have links to Cromwell now! yep! and we're doing some more research because now they are our adopted kids and we have family here.
The other thing which I think I didn't mention is the doctor reports and test results. Seems nothing is worse, and some things are better. I guess I'll leave it at that. Then I'll change my mind and say SOMEthing is worse: I have to pay for the tests, and I spent all my money going to California, buying my iMac, remodeling the house and then the land came up for sale and we had to get it, along with a tractor to clear it. But that isn't worse, exactly, as much as just part of life. Who knew I'd go and quit a perfectly good-paying job? And I take that back, too, because I didn't quit. I just complained until Hubby quit for me.
p.s. We now live between Hartford-Borah's Ferry Road and Indian Camp Creek, West Prong. Smoke that, Gordon!
