Well, Grandma and Grandpa the faithful basketball followers were out for Nathan's game by 8 a.m. and then made it to Beresford for Madysen's games at noon and two. It was the first time they have had their new van out on the highway. (Note to Lynette, don't park Dad in his wheelchair with his back to the players warming up. Poor guy didn't know how close he came to a head bonking, and only my lightening quick reflexes prevented a major headache.) The kids sure love having them there, and have come to count on it. The kids expect Grandpa to keep track of their scoring. It's something that Dad really enjoys, and I hope that he can continue to come . It's definitely tiring for him. If it gets to be too much , we will record games and make sure that he can watch. The fatigue and breathing are the enemies these days, as well as some trouble with swallowing. Dad's voice is quieter than it used to be, and I found myself wishing today that he would yell at the ref, like the old days.

Mom said that they tried a new church service tonight. Mornings can be a little tough, and the Saturday evening services may be a good fit.