At this time exactly one year ago, Todd was at our local hospital with his dad and stepmother. We had friends over for the evening and were sitting around the bonfire when Todd's cell phone rang. It was not entirely unexpected, since his dad and been in unstable health in recent years and also because my FIL had seemed unwell in a visit to our home just one day prior. Todd jumped up from the fire, went to find his car keys, and headed out. I tended to our guests as they left, got the bonfire and lake equipment picked up, oversaw the kids' bath- and bedtimes, and was awaiting word from Todd from the hospital when he returned home.
That was at about this time.
He told me his father was doing very poorly, had coded in the emergency room, was now unresponsive and was being transferred to a larger hospital. My parents came to stay with our children, so I could head into the city with Todd. A long night morphed into two days, Ardy's last two days here. He was never again in a place to speak or interact with us. The children did not get to say goodbye to their grandfather.
He is missed.
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