That is nsaty indeed. Even when things like this happens it’s all in God’s hands. Enjoys every minute with your Dad. Take it from someone who lost theirs to a sudden heart attack in 1995 and never had a chance to say goodbye or I love you one last time. BTW he was the best gardener I ever knew, could make anything grow.
oope! nsaty = nasty
Oh, we do. My kids adore my father. We visit as much as is humanly possible. They’re only about an hour away. And my dad’s an excellent gardener too. He’s always got a big garden and he loves planting trees.