Allison's Granmother went into the hospital last week. She is 89 years old, so it is always a concern when something happens. In this case, she had a hard time breathing, as she put it "it was as if I was hit in the chest with a board." She was rushed to the hospital righ away. At first we were concerned that she had a heart attack. It turned out that she had a pulmonary embolism, e.g. a blood clots in the lungs. As you can imagine, there are all sorts of complications that can occur. So far, the blood thining drugs are working to reduce the clot. She is doing well and has been moved from the hospital to an extended care facility. I learned a very unexpected lesson from this. This event in my life churned up a lot of emotions from the death of my father. I tried to console Allison. I tried to give her hope. Allison doesn't need hope, she needs understanding. Allison knows all about death and dieing, and knows that her grandmother is alive and with us right now. I found that I need to understand that it is emmotionally difficult on all of us, especially Allison who is very close to her grandmother.

We had a great time for Valentines Day. We went out with our favorite couple and had dinner at the Melting Pot. As the name suggests, it is a fondue place. I gave Allison a picture as a present. It is not any picture, but it is the picture from the day I proposed to her. We were in San Francisco in 1993 when I proposed. I scanned the picture onto our computer and superimposed a picture of me now. I told Allison it is because she will always look 21 years old to me. I have included the picture below. (This is the first entry and was originally written February 15th.)