Tim

I called Tim today as I headed out to Trader Joe’s to ask if he wanted me to pick up bags of lemons and limes. My call went to voicemail. When I got home, there was voicemail from him saying he’d been in the hospital for 5 or 6 days, was home, and was having a little trouble. I tried to call him back and got voice mail. Why my phone didn’t ring when Tim called is a mystery. I called a mutual friend, whose line was busy, and then tucked the worry in my back brain knowing it wouldn’t help.

He had an intestinal blockage that he declined surgery for (at 87), and things finally got moving (thank God). He’s back home on the Island. His son and daughter-in-law are tag teaming care giving. They live close by on the mainland. He sounded good, and then got off the phone because he’s ‘a limp noodle.’

I’ll check in on Sunday. See if he’s up for a visit. He, as always, was very candid saying that he wondered if this was what was going to take him out. I am so thankful this was not his exit. Treasure your elders, dear readers ❤️.