It Was Poopy Spring So We Are Going to the Yukon

Yeh, it was a poopy spring. Actually, it started even before spring when the friend of a friend took a nose-dive over the front on his Quad and didn’t live to tell the story. Now, that was an anomaly but not terribly surprising. He lived his life on the edge and sort-of fell off.

A little over a week after we got home, one of our favourite people – the fellow who edited Jacob’s Tails and with his wife, checked our condo and collected our mail when we were away – had a massive stroke and never recovered.

Then my 38 year old nephew had a heart attack and then Alice, the gal that was the centre of the RV Writers’ group I belonged to and who encouraged my writing, was found dead in her Motor Home. Another friend had a massive stroke and

Fred ended up in Emerg with a terrible pain in his head. He underwent every test imaginable and they couldn’t find anything crucial – that is no tumour and his heart was fine but his own doctor took umpteen x-rays and thought it could well be a pinched nerve in his neck/spine – not nice but a fairly good explanation.

My brother says that (at our age) there is a pandemic of these things and right he is, unfortunately, it is not going to stop.

It’s not the getting older that bothers me; it is loosing all my friends. With that out and said - - we decided not to stick around Lethbridge and are on our way to the Yukon.