Goodbye on Christmas Eve

We had Aynie for a whole week. She and Bryce had a flight to catch to Mesa, AZ.  We quickly met up with Grandma and pa Hillyard at Aunt Renae's home to say goodbye.

A View of Mt. Olympus from IHC Hospital on 5300 South

Although none of us recognized the signs, my dad was retaining water. Suddenly, he puffed up like a toad, began hallucinating, stopped urinating and could barely walk. Luckily Mom and Renae took him to the hospital because his primary care doctor had told him to take Benadryl believing it was an allergic reaction--dah, in a heart patient with my Dad's history??? That's ridiculous.

Dad was much better the next afternoon after receiving some intense diaretics.

Dad's Cessna 182

My dad's not up to flying his airplane, a Cessna 182, any longer.  He has been having health problems which relate to the state of his heart.  We're lucky his heart has held out this long and he hasn't showed any signs of heart failure.  He had  his first heart attack near the age of 50 and now he has just turned 79.

Dad asked me to take photos of his airplane, so he could give them to the plane broker. Nothing helps an online sale more than an awesome price and photos.