An outing was in order. Harley took the girls for ‘a day
of it’. What “It” was, wasn’t clearly defined, so…they’d have a romp in the
park…oh, and the zoo…out for burgers…a little TV, and possibly, hopefully,
bedtime. Day One, then, was set. But what to do about the rest? Board games
might be a hoot…(for an afternoon or two)…hmm. He sat perplexed. Maybe he was
over-thinking this. Maybe it would take care of itself. But ‘they’ won’t, and
‘they’ were in his stead for the foreseeable future. It was the least he could
do, his Ex now hospitalized for several weeks, and these were his
off-spring after all, but the responsibility of twins was starting to dawn on
him. There were adjustments that needed to be made. The accident was minor
enough, they all thought, and the first trip to the hospital was strictly
precautionary, in-and-out, but, then back-in again – something wasn’t right -
complications arose. Complications arose in his life too. Take the girls for a
night, or even a couple days…fine, but her ‘complications’ turned serious and
then deadly, as a clot, undetected and untreated, made it’s way to her
cerebellum and created all sorts of problems. After two weeks of struggling,
and no sign of exiting the coma, she gave up the ghost, along with her
daughters, to Him.
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