Rough week

Yesterday, my mom had surgery for breast cancer. She was stuck in a hospital for 13 hours. She came home in a little bit of pain, but in great spirits. She was immediately running around feeding the dogs, cleaning up dishes, making salad, and making funnies....could have been the drugs.

This is me and mom in the Dominican Republic a few years ago.

While mom was in surgery the rest of the family was at my cousin's son's funeral. He was 23 years old. He was brilliant and free-spirited. That funeral is one of the worse things I've experienced recently. He has such a great kid with a passion for so many things. My cousin was so distraught. It hurt me to see her in such pain. Rest in Peace Darwin.

On a cheerier note (is cheerier a word?), Ryan is 20 today. I remember being at the hospital in labor. It was the 50th anniversary of Pearl Harbor, so go figure today is the 70th anniversary of Pearl Harbor.  Ryan was born in Austin the same night as the Yogurt Shop murders. I remember being in labor watching the news about how four young teenagers were killed that evening, but I also remember watching Night Court....anyone remember that show?

By the way, it is freezing in Texas literally. It was 24 degrees this morning and it is only the first part of December. What the heck? How am I going to work on my golf game in this weather?