My stepdad Ed is really sick. How sick is really sick, I don't know. He's in the hospital with pnemonia.
We stayed at my Mom's house for a couple days to look after their dogs but I decided to pack them up and take them down to our house. I was driving down Wickham Road and I saw Jonathan in the rearview mirror, rubbing Mutton's silky ears. I heard Jonathan say to Mutton, in the kindest little voice, "I'm worried about your grandpa too, Mutton. I understand. I'm sad too."
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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