Well, poop. I am so sorry he's going to have to give up that leg. I'd like a word with that leg ; )
We fought like dogs to save my dad from gangrene, successfully, only to have him drop over from something else. He was so special, I was without my 'right hand man'. I approached my mourning resolutely, philosophically-imagining I had lost a leg, and all that I had to do was to learn to walk forward a bit differently. It wasn't too hard. It sure has changed my life, but I haven't stumbled nearly as much as I thought I might.
I can easily imagine that, together, he and his father had a wonderful time with your family. How sweet of you to offer a little R&R.
I can just as easily imagine why many don't take up the offer. Bless their hearts. Sometimes its not good to have something too good.
Bless you, St. Coop +
I am a lo-o-o-ong way from sainthood! :-)