Thursday, 24 July 2014

On Track

Mike’s sister, Moira and her husband Mike were here for a visit a few weeks ago. They came a day before Pat got here and left a few days before she did.

Moira isn’t a fan of flying and of course, I can relate…I think her aversion to flying is even stronger than mine. When I heard they were taking the train back home to Toronto, I thought, “What a great idea!”

I would love to take a train across the country. Mike and I had often spoke of doing that together someday. Not only would it be a great way to see the spectacular scenery of each province, but trains travel on the ground (so there's no fear of falling out of the sky like there is in a plane).

This is Mike’s message to Moira about a week after they left:

“So I guess you are home by now. Most people taking the train will say the rocky mountain portion is enjoyable and that the prairies are boring because they contain only vast amounts of tall wheat fields that are bland to the eye. I read a book years ago called ‘Who Has Seen the Wind’ by WO Mitchell. In the book the last chapter gives a description of the old grandma who is wheelchair bound and sits all day staring out the window at the wheat blowing in the wind. To all around her people see what appears to be a demented old lady staring into space but Mitchell's description gives the reader a different outlook at what she sees.”

Moira’s reply back:

“We just got in this afternoon as our train was 5 hours behind schedule due to a freight train that had problems ahead. Many times we stopped to allow for freight to pass, as they get priority. No problem for us, as we just sat up in the glass top area watching the scenery and talking with some of the train passengers who were very friendly. 
Although the prairies were not as spectacular as the rocky mountains, they had their own beauty, and we enjoyed watching all of it, including the forest and lake areas after that. We were allowed to get off the train occasionally in small towns along the way for some fresh air and a stretch while the train was serviced, and if you have ever seen the show 'Corner Gas', well it reminded me of that, with the size of the towns... 
The train was only really rocky one night, the rest of it was normal old fashioned train rocking, just like the olden days. You felt as though you had been on a train from the 50's, especially with some of the original bunks and refurbished end of the train lounge car with a cigar/beer table, original redone lounge chairs and decor. It was like that same place on the train in the movie ‘Double Indemnity’ with Fred MacMurray and Barbara Stanwyck, where he steps out the back door for a smoke.”  

The following is a poem written by Michaela for a school writing assignment:


My uncle is a train. Always staying on track. Determined, motivated and knows where it’s going. The outside is made of hard, strong metal yet inside is cozy and inviting. The inside has chairs lined in perfect rows which look hard but once you sit and stay a while you realize they have the softest cushions in the world. In the front the engineer shovels coal into the fire. He doesn’t stop to take a break or get tired. Instead he pushes to the limit in order to keep things running smoothly. Sometimes the train needs some helpers and sometimes it can go on its own. But one thing is certain, nothing can stop it.



Michaela, Elanna, Peter and Luke before the ALS walk in PoCo last month

Elanna, Michaela and my mom with all of us at the ALS Walk in PoCo last month



Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Keep Looking Up

Madison pointed it out to me when the three of us were out for a walk one day. She said she thought it was weird that I have a fear of flying, but I’m fascinated with air planes…every time one flies over, I look up. I’m actually not fascinated with the plane itself - I don’t care about it on the ground, its more about the machine in the sky. Madison was right, it is kind of weird. But to me, it’s just natural…I have looked up for as long as I can remember and have wondered why most people don’t.

We live about 50K away from the Vancouver International Airport, so we aren’t that close. It’s not like the planes are loud, but still you can hear them, so I look up. Sometimes I comment. I might say something about it’s colour or size or if it’s flying really high or low etc.  Sometimes I’ll pop a wheelie with Mike’s wheelchair so he can see too. And on a nice day or evening, I often say something like, “How wonderful it is to be flying into Vancouver on a day like today.” Because of course, Vancouver is beautiful…from the sky and the ground!

My dad looks up too. I’ve really noticed it lately at Nathan’s ultimate frisbee games…he and I are looking up while everyone else has their eyes on the game. My dad knows planes…he flew planes. He had a licence to fly at one time and has always had an interest in planes. While everyone else is watching the frisbee game, he and I discuss where that one might be coming from and the airline and he always knows what kind of plane it is.

I don’t really know why I have to look up when one flies over, but its like I can’t not look up.  Regardless, looking up when a plane flies by has caused me to look up thousands of times and looking up is a good thing.

I think the sky is a great reminder of how small we are and how big God is. It’s huge and it’s uncluttered, unlike some of our spaces, so it helps clear the mind and make troubles disappear for a while. The sky is also in the direction of heaven and they say its good to look where you are going, not where you have been.

Because of Mike’s neck weakness, the physiotherapist from GF Strong recently came and fitted Mike for a neck brace. Mike wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I insisted. I told him that transfers would be easier and when he stands he wouldn’t have to work so hard to lift his head up and keep his head up. I also told him van rides would be more enjoyable. Poor Mike is like a bobble head in the van when we go anywhere and I drive super slow and avoid as many bumps as possible…train tracks are the worst. 

Anyway, Mike isn’t crazy about his new neck brace. He feels a little suffocated, so he hasn’t worn it very much. He did wear it when he and I drove out to Mill Lake in  Abbotsford a couple of weeks ago to surprise Neil and Donna at the ALS Walk there (the week before, our “I Like Mike” team participated in the ALS Walk in Port Coquitlam). 

We laughed a lot on the way to Mill Lake because I was asking Mike questions about getting there and with his sun glasses on and his neck brace on, it was almost impossible for him to communicate with me. I couldn’t see his eyes and he couldn’t nod his head yes or no. I’d say, “Smile if I exit here…smile if I turn left here.” Trying not to smile, made Mike smile more, so needless to say we got a little lost but we had fun.

I have never been more in awe of Mike’s determination as I am now when I watch him lift his head. When we get him standing up and leaning against his chair, it takes all his might to lift his head. Once it’s there, he smiles. Usually it falls back a little and then he’s looking up…and smiling. Sometimes I help him lift his head and sometimes I hold his head for him, but I also like to hold his feet and support his ankles when he stands, so this can be a bit of a challenge. Last week when Pat was here, she held Mike’s head and I held his feet. Elanna and Madison and whoever else might be around also help sometimes with this juggling act…its team work at its best!


All I can say is, “Mike, you blow me away! I am so proud of you and so inspired by you! Keep looking up!”



                                                             Neil's Team

                                       Neil and Mike at the ALS walk in Abbotsford

                                  The "I Like Mike" Team at the ALS walk in Poco


                                                                  

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Go West Young Man

Mike moved from Ontario to BC in 1985. He and a friend hopped on a bus and made the journey as far west as it went. It was for the adventure mostly, but Mike always said he had to come to BC to meet the girl of his dreams…he said he followed his heart half way across the country to find me.

Mike’s friend stayed for about two weeks and when his money ran out, he returned home. But Mike doesn’t give up that easily - Mike stayed and signed up for the army. While he waited for the summer session to start, he found a cozy spot in a lovely bush on Royal Avenue in New Westminster. We would drive by when our children were little and Mike would say, “Look kids, that’s where I lived when I first moved to BC.” And they would point and say, “In that big building right there?” and he would point and say, “No, in that bush over there.”

Mike had been in the reserves in Ontario and decided to sign up when he got to BC. He joined the Royal Westminster Regiment and that’s where he met fellow ‘Westie’: Bob. Funny thing, our son Nathan become a Westie too and funnier thing, Nathan had the same commanding officer Mike had twenty-five years earlier.

Anyway, Bob became Mike’s first BC buddy and when their time in the reserves came to an end, Bob invited Mike to move to his home town; Maple Ridge. This is where Mike eventually met his true love - ME! 

Mike and Bob first lived in an old run down house in town on Macintosh St. with a few other guys. They each kicked in $80 a month to cover the rent. From there they moved to the “Shack” — five guys and a cat named ‘Mow’ (rhymes with 'how'). Poor Mow could have done better on his own. We were always surprised that cat kept coming back. Those guys never fed Mow, so he was a great little hunter and always appreciated when one of the female visitors would bring treats or a can of cat food. Rent at the Shack was eighty bucks (each) as well. The Shack is where Mike and I first met. After the Shack was torn down, Mike and Bob moved to a small apartment over a corner store in Port Coquitlam. It was just the two of them…no cat and I’m sure rent was more than eighty dollars. 

Mike and Bob were good friends for a long time but eventually lost contact. To Mike’s surprise, he received a Facebook message from Bob the other day. Bob said he was so sad to hear through a mutual friend that Mike wasn’t well. And said he would love to get together some time.

Mike’s reply:

Hey Bob, 
Its good to hear from you. I hope you have been enjoying a good life. I knew you had gotten married and worked with boats but it's been a long time, so perhaps things have changed. You will have to fill me in with the details. As you have heard I am not doing so well. I have ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease)…I've had it for the past four years. They give you three to five years to live, so you can do the math. I am okay with my situation - I have had so many good memories including the ones I have with you. Everyone has to go sometime...the trick is to make sure you pack as many good memories in as possible and I think I have done that. Also, I have a strong faith in God and look forward to going to Heaven. Anyway, let me know how you have been doing. Mike

John 14:2-4 - My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”

Mike and Bob leaving Nanaimo, BC after completing summer session in the army, 1985

With Mike on your team, you could stand around and watch.                                                                Mike in the reserves in Barrie, Ontario, 1982

Mike: a lean, mean fighting machine! 1985

Nathan as a Westie, front and centre and a little tired after a weekend assignment below




Saturday, 7 June 2014

The Girl from Agassiz

I actually have some friends I have never met…modern technology makes it possible. I heard from one of those friends this week; she had bad news. It’s funny because she was really on my mind. We hadn’t communicated in a long time, but there she was all of a sudden, on my mind. I meant to email her, but she beat me to it.

I first heard from Sharon in an email a couple of years ago. She introduced herself as the chiropractor patient of a friend of ours: Darren and his wife Tracey. She told me that her husband had recently been diagnosed with ALS and that she had been reading my blog. We communicated back and forth for a while. We shared our stories and because Mike was further along in the illness, I was able to answer some questions and give her a little advice. 

I remember telling her to get a jump on the home care situation as we had some major issues getting home care and then getting consistent care givers.

Anyway, after over a year I heard from Sharon the other day. She reminded me who she was, “The girl from Agassiz…Darren is my Chiropractor.” I appreciate reminders, but this time it wasn’t necessary. I remembered those things and that her husband’s name was Peter (same as my brother in law) and that they have three children. She was heavy on my heart just a couple of weeks ago…I definitely remembered her.

Sharon went on to say that, “Peter went to be with his Saviour on September 13, 2013 after a brief stay in hospice.” What?! I couldn’t believe it. He was only diagnosed in May, of 2012. She said that when she feels brave, she reads my blog and finds encouragement from it. She said she feels part of me and Mike somehow as “I see the progression and hear the hurt in your writings.” She continued, “The battle belongs to the Lord. I asked God this morning why, why and I am waiting patiently for His response. But each day through my sorrow, I know that He loves me and my beautiful children.” And she closed by saying she is praying for us.

I got back to her right away with our condolences and a bunch of questions and she graciously answered them all. She told me the whole story and I cried like a baby. She explained that they couldn’t get the home care support they needed. She said that one person would come when two were needed. She said that she fought hard to get the second person and it finally was okayed, but because of a staff shortage, they often were left with one care giver or no care giver and she couldn’t do it on her own. When the social worker suggested that Peter go into Hospice because they would have constant care, they reluctantly agreed. It sounded like they didn’t really have a choice.

Sharon says, “I called the kids and they came and we gathered around Peter as he said to us it's a good house, it's been a good time here kids.  Of course it was a very, very sad time as Peter and I rolled away in the ambulance and had to say goodbye to his house of 22 years.  It was probably one of the most emotional times in the journey.” 

She said that Peter’s health was good before they went. He was still breathing well and talking, but as soon as they left their home, his health drastically declined over the course of 4 days. And regarding that fourth day in hospice, Sharon said, “The day went quick with family in and out saying their good byes ect.  At around 5:00 it was me and the kids and I gently woke Peter and asked if he was ready to go home to meet Jesus...he opened his eyes, looked at me and said yes.  I said it is okay to go my sweet Peter, the kids and I release you..no need to fight.  We love you. Shortly there after he took his last breath.  It is a heart wrenching experience.  I can't begin to explain the agony of it all.” 

I cant begin to comprehend the agony of it all, but I can relate to the difficulties of getting proper home care support. Mike and I waited too long to request home care (because that’s the way we are) and then when we did request it, it took a long time to even get our case manager over -- a nurse from Fraser Health. I remember it was August and we couldn't get an appointment until October and then it took another few months to get systems in place and actually get the home care support started. Our extremely over-worked case manager had to take time off and then lost our paper work. The occupational therapists had to evaluate the environment to make sure it was safe for the home care people for WCB (insurance) purposes. We had to get lifts in place and there was a concern about the limited space in the bathroom and the quarter inch lip to get into the shower. 

I’m a very calm person which can be a bit of a detriment. I was having a breakdown on the inside and all was calm and peaceful on the outside, so it looked like I was perfectly fine. When I think back, Its like, “How could I be fine?!” But there came a day when I just wasn’t okay and I couldn’t cope any longer. Still pretty calm on the outside, but close to the edge on the inside, I called Nathan and I called the Occupational Therapist who I had gotten to know well and knew she would help. They both came over and realized I wasn’t okay and the home care delay came to an abrupt end. 

My exhaustion didn’t end there though. It took months of training people…countless people. I kept calling and saying we have to have consistency…its imperative! I would remind them that Mike couldn’t talk, he was unable to tell the care giver what he wanted and what to do next. It got to the point where I told them if they were sending a new person, not to bother. It was more work than if I took care of Mike myself. Slowly but surely things started to come together. I called all the time…I was relentless!

Without proper home care support, managing this illness is impossible. Even with the excellent care we have worked so hard to establish and the support of family, this job is still too big for me. It’s an extremely important assignment that brings me so much joy, but often overwhelms me. All I can do is take one day at a time and rely on God who is bigger than it all!

When Sharon shared her story with me, I was crushed. I am so sad and at first I was angry at the system that failed her and her husband. But ultimately God is in control. He decides when we come and when we go and it was Peter’s time to go. I grieve for Sharon and her kids but rejoice for Peter who is now free from ALS and in the presence of the Lord.

The system will fail us, people will fail us, our bodies will fail us, but God will never fail us!
If you suffer according to God’s will, you should commit yourself to Him and keep on doing what is right and trust God who created you, for He will never fail you. 1 Peter 4:19

With the news of Peter’s passing that blend of sorrow and joy I have spoken of before has hit an all time high, or should I say low?


There is strength within our sorrow, there is beauty in our tears. You meet us in our mourning with the love that casts out fear. You are working in our waiting, You sanctify us…and beyond our understanding, you are teaching us to trust. Your plans are still to prosper, you have not forgotten us you are with us in the fire and the flood. Your are faithful forever, perfect in love, you are sovereign over us. - Aaron Keyes

Sharon and Peter and family at the ALS walk last year in Agassiz.
Sharon said it was great that Peter was still with us to meet his first grandchild, a boy born in May 2013. She also said that Peter never lost his voice and continued to talk about God all the time...it was such a blessing!

Please pray for Sharon, the girl from Agassiz and her family and please pray for our good buddy Neil and his wife Donna and family from Chilliwack (Neil with his granddaughters  pictured below) and please continue to pray for Mike and all those affected by ALS. Thank you!


Sunday, 25 May 2014

Still Standing

Although, neither of Mike’s home teams, the Vancouver Canucks or the Toronto Maple Leafs made it to the NHL playoffs this year, Mike is faithfully watching. The Montreal Canadiens (the only Canadian team to make it to the playoffs) are his favourite of course, but he was also cheering for the Columbus Blue Jackets because the Jacket’s young and talented Ryan Johansen from Port Moody, BC played on the same team as the young and talented Nathan Sands. They played Major Midget hockey together on the Vancouver Northeast Chiefs. Nathan still plays a little hockey recreationally. 

Mike was also cheering for the Colorado Avalanche of course. Even though one of our all time favourite players, Joe Sakic retired in 2009, I suppose we will always root for his team. The only other team Mike was cheering for and of the above is still in the playoffs along with the Canadiens, is the New York Rangers. We particularly like the Rangers this year because of the coach…the Canucks’ former coach, Alain Vigneault. 

Here we are already in the third round of the playoffs and its Montreal versus New York…they are three games in. The first two games were disappointing to say the least. New York won both games; 7-2 and 3-1. The third game was a bit of a nail biter, but Montreal scored early in overtime to win. 

I never sit through a whole game. I do other things and just watch bits and pieces. If I can hear the crowd going wild, including Mike, I come and watch the replay. Highlights during intermission or at the end of the game get me all caught up and I pretty much know exactly what happened. Anyway, what I could tell from what I saw of that third game, New York was all over Montreal, but Montreal, two games down and fighting for their lives, did not give up! You gotta love that kind of determination! 

It reminds me of Mike. I know I might sound like a broken record, but through every stage of this illness, he just doesn’t give up! Unable to sit up straight with trunk muscles and neck muscles so much weaker now, he is still determined to stand every day…even for just a few minutes. 

Sometimes it takes a while to get his feet right where he wants them. Once I get him up to a partial stand and prop him against his chair, I quickly get down and adjust his left foot (the weaker of the two). I put my shoulder against the outside of his left knee to stabilize his leg and then I adjust his foot with both my hands. With every little adjustment, I look up at his face to see if I’ve hit the sweet spot. He’ll give me the eye brows up signal (like thumbs up) to tell me “good”. From there I prop pillows under his arms and quickly get the suction machine and suction his mouth. When first in that semi-stand position, before he is able to stretch himself to full standing, his head falls forward and all the saliva pools in the front of his mouth and slowly seeps through his lips. I sometimes feel a drop or two fall on my head, but first things first. When his foot is in the right spot, he is able to slowly stand up out of a slouched position…I suction and all is well.

Sometimes he lasts a few minutes, other times he can stand for 10 or 15. He looks awkward and uncomfortable but he assures me he is fine. When Mike told me many months ago that when he can’t stand anymore, he will probably decline quickly because that’s what naturally happens when people stop standing, I became as determined as he is. If he hasn’t stood in a while, I’ll say, “Mike, do you want to stand?” He gives me a smile and a little nod and away we go. But I know my Mike, and I think when he is unable to stand, he’ll happily sit and keep fighting. He’s a fighter, like those Montreal Canadians and there is no giving up.

Montreal and New York play again later today. Mike will be watching and cheering for his team the Canadiens. He is hopeful…he did predict that whichever team got Thomas Vanek at the trade deadline would win the cup. Mike is usually right about these things, but we will soon find out. If they don’t make it to the next round, he’ll still watch and wish Alain Vigneault and his Rangers all the best!


“Never, never, never give up.” Winston Churchill


Here, Mike takes a look at the cloak. He likes to time himself to see if he can stand as long or longer than he did the day before.


Stand firm in your faith. Be courageous. Be strong! 1 Corinthians 16:13




Friday, 9 May 2014

Oh Crap!

Lately when people ask me how Mike is doing, I respond, “He’s still smiling.”  I think my response says a lot. It says he is still happy and he is still able to move some facial muscles. The thing is Mike is almost completely paralyzed. The paralysis has been gradual over the last three years but the changes in the last few months, although still subtle, have been the most impactful. 

The subtle changes of late are the hardest for me emotionally and physically. Emotionally, because it’s the final stage of paralysis and physically because my caregiving has become more complicated. Mike’s dead weight makes it difficult for us to do the pivot transfers we have been doing for so long. I used to pull Mike up to standing and then brace him around his upper arms and move his feet with my feet inch by inch to get him from his chair to his wheel chair or commode to the bed etc. Now, I mostly use the lifts. His arms and legs haven’t worked for a long time, but his core muscles and neck muscles are failing as well causing him to lean a lot when sitting upright and his head to fall forward…or back. There is a lot of fidgeting and fussing, propping and pulling, shifting and shoving but he keeps smiling.

Mike has had a lot of phlegm lately. Around about the time he had his tube changed last month, we have been doing more suctioning…of phlegm and saliva (the saliva is normal). I go in to the back of his throat with the suction, using a flashlight to see my way. Poor guy — gagging as I wrestle with the glue like substance. Its pretty gross, but I love clearing his throat, knowing it’s got to feel good. I have referred to a few of the bigger clumps of stuff as “magic loogies” (a Seinfeld thing) and Mike keeps smiling.

Last week, Mike suffered with another type of congestion…if you know what I mean. Poor guy couldn’t go. Four days in and his smile had dwindled. Mike is regular…we make sure of it. We have a routine — that along with excellent nutrition, thankfully Mike’s pretty clear. 

Mike always called a bowel movement a “TC”. TC stands for Thomas Crapper. Mike said that Thomas Crapper was the inventor of the toilet, so it only made sense to call a BM a “TC”. Mike had a lot of stories and you never knew which ones to believe. A little research tells me this story is partly true. Thomas Crapper didn’t invent the flush toilet but did develop it and had some important related inventions. 

If someone in our house wasn’t feeling well, Mike would ask, “Have you had a TC?” If someone was’t quite right, he’d say, “Go have a TC!” The kids got a kick out of it when they were little and eventually it was just part of our lingo.

Having a good TC can be difficult once in a while for anyone but especially for someone who is sedentary, like Mike…it’s a real bummer! It’s been an issue for Mike just a couple of times, but not near as severe as last week. We tried everything — it was our whole focus for seven days. Everyone was concerned. My parents were calling, Elanna was asking and the kids were texting me, “Has he gone yet”? It was a long week, but on Sunday morning when Mike finally had the TC we were all praying for, the clouds opened up and I’m sure the Hallelujah Chorus could be heard for miles. Mike’s smile came right back…and he’s been smiling ever since!



                                                      Mike and Madison bonding in the bathroom

Thursday, 17 April 2014

A Great Exchange

Last week Mike had his feeding tube changed. It had been over a year since the first feeding tube was put in. When we went in October to have the tube changed, the doctor told us it was still good for another few months. Because sedation is required, and because Mike is nervous to be sedated in his condition with ALS, he wanted to wait — he wasn't going to have the procedure any earlier than necessary.

We were assured that having the tube changed was quick and easy…compared to the last procedure of having the tube placed for the first time. That was tough on Mike. We were in the hospital for a few days…recovering in Mike’s condition wasn’t easy. 

Mike’s parents and sisters, Aileen and Pat were here for that first procedure and came back for the appointment last week (they come every two to three months for a visit anyway).  Remembering the physical tole the first procedure took on Mike and the emotional tole it took on the rest of us, we were all a little tense. 

Sure enough, the procedure was pretty quick and easy. Mike has an issue with excess saliva though so when the doctor sprayed his throat with a numbing spray he immediately started to cough (clear his throat) and continued for a few hours after, but other than that he was fine. 

During the procedure, Mike’s family waited patiently in the waiting area and Elanna and I stood right outside the surgical room door. When it was over, I’m sure our collective sighs of relief could be heard throughout the ward. Mike recovered in the recovery area for a couple of hours and then we were free to go home. 

When we left, I wheeled Mike out to the waiting room where everyone rose to their feet and cheered. It was fitting to celebrate at a time like this. Mike had a big smile on his face and was so encouraged!

Speaking of celebration, this past Sunday was Palm Sunday. On Palm Sunday, Christians celebrate the triumphal entry of Jesus into Jerusalem one week before Easter. When Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, less than a week before his death by crucifixion, the celebratory crowd laid their cloaks on the road before him along with palm branches; some waved palm branches in the air.

The great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting,
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Blessed is the king of Israel!” 
“Hosanna in the highest!” John 12:12,13

The Pastor at church titled his sermon, “The entrance of a King” and delivered a good message. I’ll admit though I didn’t catch all of it because I nodded off a few times (not because it was boring but because I hadn't had enough sleep). I was wide awake however at the end when the Pastor finished his sermon with a question. He said, “What do you need to let go of, so you can pick up a palm leaf and celebrate?”

Wow, he totally caught me off guard. I became a little emotional when I closed my eyes and saw myself with a heavy load which made it impossible to raise my palm. I thought I had let go, but apparently I picked some cares back up again. I hadn't realized my celebration/praise was impaired by burdens.

Whether its cares or worries or sin or regret or un-forgiveness, it weighs us down and keeps us from raising our palms and praising Him. 

At Easter or anytime, you can cast your cares at the foot of the cross and raise your palms and celebrate!


“Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”

                                                        Four Generations!  



A walk on a beautiful spring day!



Happy Easter Everyone!