One of the advantages of traveling with the netbook is that we were able to make Skype calls on a fairly regular basis. While we were in Dalat, my 90-year-old dad became ill and went into the hospital. After some conversations with Mom, and with my brother Dave (who was in Africa after just finishing his Kilimanjaro climb), we decided to head back to the US. We spent the evening and a good deal of the night arranging flights, and caught an early morning bus to Nha Trang on the coast. From there, we took an evening flight to Hanoi, spent the night, and flew next morning to LA. Picked up a a rental car at the airport, and we were (somewhat bleary-eyed) in Dad's room at the hospital by mid-afternoon.
The good news is that all my siblings were able to travel back to San Diego, and we were able to be with Dad and Mom while his eyes were still open and he was aware and able to feel the love and support. There were several periods when he was alert and we all could talk with him. The bad news is that his condition gradually deteriorated, and he passed on February 24th. We will hold a celebration of his life on March 6, and be heading back to Ashland after.
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