I received a phone call yesterday evening from one of Cliff's cousins. He was here in 2005, when we held a family reunion at our place. In fact, he supplied the roast hog we all enjoyed.
Kenneth had bladder cancer a few years ago, and now the big C is back. Doctors don't give him long to live. So he's throwing a party. A goat-roast, if you please.
It'll be held in a couple of weeks. Kenneth was raised in a cabin in the woods, and he wants to die in one. He also wants to have his going-away party at the cabin they're fixing up for him. It should be ready two weeks from now.
I think I like this idea.
Ken told Cliff today, on the phone, that he doesn't mind dying: he's had a lot of fun. He does hate to leave his kids and grandkids, but he seems to be dealing with it. Cliff told Kenneth about my cabin in the woods.
That's Kenneth and Cliff. I think I'm going to enjoy this going-away party.
Oh yes, there WILL be pictures. If any children or grandchildren want to accompany us, they're welcome.