This sky, this field, this is why I love Alberta. BC was beautiful, the ocean, the beaches, the huge trees, but it's not home. This is home.
We went to Westakiwin yesterday to visit the big guy's parents. His dad is home from the hospital but needs a wheelchair now to get around as he's unsteady on his feet. He still needs a urine bag as well because of his enlarged prostate. They're waiting to see a urologist but once again things have slowed down thanks to covid. But he's well and happy to be home. My mother in law is worried; she's afraid her husband is closer to dying than he was before and it's scary for her. They've been together for sixty years.
She told me the story of my father in law falling again. I'm old enough now to understand that people need to tell their stories more than once, as many times as they need to in fact. I listened to her. That's all any of us really want, isn't it? For someone to listen to us. I can't fix anything but I can be there for her.
We also took Katie for a walk and out for lunch. It was so nice to see her and she was happy to see us.
Saturday we spent the day with Jack. He was out of sorts, whiny and demanding. He spent the night too and was up for almost an hour until I took him to bed with me. He sat and cried in bed. I don't know if he didn't feel well or if he was just sad but it broke my heart. He's back again tonight for the rest of the week I think.
The weather is cooler now. Fall is here. The days are noticeably shorter and the nights are much colder. The crops are being harvested and the geese are gathering in larger numbers. The trees are turning color and my garden is fading away. It's always my favorite time of year.