He slipped into a coma and died about ten minutes later. He went peacefully, and that's the best we could have hoped for. Mom's staying with Dana tonight and probably monday as well.

First off God, I ain't blaming you for what's going down with my Dad or my Uncle Len. Maybe I am actually, but I don't think so, because I understand a few things about You that most might not.
One: You're probably really busy doing the subtle business that is running a universe, and the concerns of individual people are probably low on your to-do list. I get that.
Two: You can't have people rely on you, that leads to ugly affairs. Look at history. Look at the variety of wars Humanity has been in.

I get this, but I still think you could take some time for the little guys. My Dad's not a bad guy, God. He was a mean son of a bitch in his youth, there is no doubt, but he's still the best person I know, despite some flaws. My Uncle Len is not a bad person at all either. He's a bit weird, but he's nice and caring, and anyone who can put up with my Aunt Dana deserves a freaking MEDAL. He's one of the last Uncles I Got, so the least you can do, God, is put him out of his misery. He's suffering horridly, I don't know if there's a shred of self-Dignity left after the affair he's gone through with this cancer. I'm not one to wish death on anyone, but he's suffering, and there is not going to be a miracle at the end of this story. Let him pass on in his sleep instead of having him suffer in some invalid home.

And my Dad....Well, he's my dad. I know a lot of people who really hate their Parents, their father, their mother, what not....But I love my Dad. He is the best person I have ever known and I'm very proud to be his son. ...So I'd be much obliged if you have it so he makes it through this Double Bypass. There's a lot for him to live for...I want him to live to see grandchildren, to see me get married eventually...To help me move into my first apartment or house.
I won't be mad at you if it all goes down hill, God. I can't blame anyone or anything if this goes down hill, I'm not that petty. It won't be anyones fault except if the doctor fucks up, in which case his ass will be undeniable grass. Still, if it isn't the doctors fault....I'll survive. I'd really rather, though, that you grant me a huge favor and Make sure that he lives. You can make it to where everything I own turns into a puddle of goo. I can dig that, Just bring my Dad home alive and well and I'll call it a debt I still owe you.

Today is my birthday!

SO our previous Internet computer went kaput, so we switched over to this one, which has a BUNCH of pictures on it that I found.


The First one we have here is the Goat Barn as it is, In Progress. We're making it so they have shelter during the winter. We've been working on it ALL Summer.