I’ve been dealing with my own onset of pancreatitis, and have been a little miserable.  This morning, the sunshine and steady breezes were too much for me to ignore, and I found myself out on the deck planting my flowers.  The pots are all filled, and at least two dozen more flowers will hopefully be planted around the yard by week’s end.

Flyer’s days are up and down.  Tonight, she seems more feeble, and even more aged.  Twice, her breathing has halted, and my shouting her name has re-started the breathing process.

A little while ago, Flyer, and the ever energetic kids, joined me on the deck to enjoy the comfortable wind that seems to be ushering in a storm.  Far off lightning in the northwest glowed occasionally, and the stars overhead seemed to struggle for recognition as clouds passed between me and them.

Back inside, Flyer seemed restless, and moved from chair to floor several times. I laid down on the floor with her, and her breathing stopped.  Several shouts of her name seemed to startle her breathing to resume.  A moment ago, her body seemed to gently spasm, and calmed as I called her name.  I don’t know if we are at the end, or if it is another episode on this journey of farewell.