August came and went...
the good and the hard.
And now it is looking and feeling more like fall every day.
On the last day of the month we cycled on a trail covered in leaves.
We did a lot of cycling in August...
both near home and on dyke trails a little further away.
We have missed the usual outdoor concerts and events of summer this year...
so being part of a small safe-distance concert/picnic a few weeks ago was a real treat.
It almost felt like ‘the good ole days’.
My dad had his ups and downs this past month...
and that is all the more difficult when we could not go see him.
I have been taking him to his essential medical appointments and he had three of those in August.
His last phone appointment with his family doctor took place in our back patio and included coffee and cinnamon buns. :)
I'm a little late in posting this and will add that he started September with an ambulance ride to the hospital.
He is wondering whether he can make it to his 98th birthday two weeks away.
We have been meeting with our care group for Sunday morning church all summer.
We watch the online service together on a patio.
It may not be church as we are accustomed to...
but it is good fellowship.
And sometimes we take out our ‘Sunday-go-to-meeting’ car.
We had a family birthday celebration / pool party.
When the birthday boy does not like cake...
you have a watermelon cake.
And Rollkuchen, of course!
Our corn fields are looking much different than they did one month ago.
Harvest is just around the corner.
After a hot dry spell...
the corn fields needed the heavy rain that arrived a week ago.
We ended the month on a little camping trip to Hornby Island and Vancouver Island.
I’ll add our vacation photos sometime soon.
Let me just end this post by sharing the one event that overshadowed everything else.
On Sunday, August 30th my sister Bev of McAllen, Texas passed away after a valiant battle with brain cancer.
In the end, it was Covid 19 that took her life.
We were not able to be with her when she needed us most,
and she spent her final days here on earth all alone.
I treasure my visit with her in February...
before travel restrictions came into effect.
Bev is now free of suffering and pain...
and I know that our ‘good-bye was not forever’.
Until we meet again!