Y'all

Happy belated Thanksgiving.

We had a low-key day with my dad. Hubs smoked a pork loin on his Traeger and if I never eat pork loin cooked differently, I will be a happy girl. It was amazing. I made mashed potatoes and rolls to go along. I meant to make green beans but ended up forgetting. Ah well.

Dad came over early and we had waffles and vanilla sauce for breakfast, as well. So it was a feast of a day.

And of course there was pie.

But, because this seems to be the Year of Murphy, my uncle (Dad's older brother) passed away last evening. He'd been in the hospital for two weeks, but all the reports said things were routine and going as they should. He'd had gall stones removed. And then they decided to also yank his gallbladder, except it was so swollen they had to do it open vs. laparoscopically. And that, of course, is where everything went sideways.

After battling infections, they finally figured out that they had sliced a bile duct in half when they operated on him the first time. My aunt was, as you'd imagine, hesitant to let them operate on him again, since it seemed every time they did he got worse.

I don't think it would have made a difference. He would have either died on the table or in his hospital bed. It took them so long to realize the problem, I can't see how he would have recovered.

So. Dad and I will take another trip to Texas soon. This time to attend the service for Dad's brother. And I'm just not sure how many more hits Dad can absorb.