Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Palerock the sequal

(stock photo)

Wife and I went to Yellow Stone Friday as part of our anniversary celebration (18th). We left Friday after work and had dinner in the hole then drove on up to old reliable where we stayed over night in one of their cabins (one with a bathroom). We had breakfast and did some mandatory souvenir shopping then walked around some. We went out the West entrance and I've got to say we missed the crowds by about half an hour. We went on down to IF and went to the temple with some of our ward members then it was home for us. Linc tended the three youngest while Holl was in Kaspar(sp) for state track (she tied for 11th). As of Saturday night we were all united once more. Monday we got our garden in and visited our dads as well as Wife's grandparents and her aunt and my friend Tracy B. I talked with my friends mother and she said that his son was doing OK and that his wife has remarried but that her parents had taken their own lives last November. I can't passably imagine how tough that had to be on her!

5 comments:

wyo sis said...

Wow! That'd make you feel bad! Why did they do that?

Pi-day Dave said...

it's hard to imagine. I'm glad you had a great time.

Alf's boy said...

They- Susie's parents- I hear were sick and disabled. Still... I think it's very selfish to take your own life.

Big Sis said...

First we allow abortion. (killing babies). Nest it will be alright to kill the old and infirm. Oh wait a minute, it is all ready in two states to allow "assisted suicide". Wait until we get Obama medical care. Then we will have rationed health care. Any one too old, sick or infirm will be put at the back of the line to receive their care. Susie sure has had a lot to cope with. She certainly deserves a place in he celestial kingdom.

hillbilly sister said...

Sounds like you had an enjoyable and hectic weekend! Good thing you had 3 days to do it in! I am sorry to hear about the deaths. I alwasys thought that whoever takes their own lives are rather selfish. Shudder. . . It is hard to imagine.