My husband’s father died last week at age 88 after a short illness. He went into the hospital for a bowel obstruction, which was determined to have been caused by a hernia. They operated on him and he came out of the operation successfully, but then contracted pneumonia which would not respond to medication.
Although he was living in Las Vegas, his burial plot is in Michigan, so we flew out there over the weekend for the funeral. This gave my husband and his two brothers a chance to get together again.
From left to right, “Spike”, “The Pontiff”, and “Stache”.
They wanted to hold up a sign saying “The Three Orphans”. This is why we call them “The Three Stooges”.
We had a very nice visit with the rest of the Detroit family – it was great to see them again. My husband also had the chance to meet up with some old friends whom he hadn’t seen in many years.
We learned to play Mexican Train:
And ate more than our share of Buddy’s pizza:
Not to mention being force-fed huge amounts of food on a continuous basis throughout the weekend.
It was amazing I fit into my clothes for the return trip.