Hmm. If the sun could and would come out in the early morning hours, we could have better success at getting rid of some of this snow. With having the concrete driveway, it doesn’t take the sun rays long to clean it up and dry it off. It sure beats the two strips of eroding concrete we suffered with in times past. I am sure that in its day having two strips was quite the home improvement.
Yesterday I happened to look in my “junk” emails. I was flying through them ready to take the whole shooting batch out with one flip of a finger when the name “Art Schafer” shot out at me as if it were in fluorescent letters. Art and I had lost contact.
Art Schafer is Orlin’s brother. I still consider him my brother-in-law. Art and I are close to the same age. The difference is I have a wonderful full balanced life and Art will live out his life in the Buffalo Lake Health Care Facility. I believe it has been all of 10 years that a car accident put him in a very fragile physical and mental condition. When Mom was in the same facility I would stop and see him. Sometimes he would be agitated and not comfortable having anyone visit. Sometimes he would enjoy reminiscing. In February of 1964 Art and Julie, Orlin and I stood up for each other in a double wedding.
The email in my junk was a simple “hi Noreen” and nothing more. I tried to reply to the email but it was labeled as undeliverable. I have no idea what Internet connections he has available in the facility. When I contacted Kevin with the news of the contact, Kevin reminded me of the time eight years ago when he and Uncle Arvel, Orlin and Art’s oldest brother, visited Art in the facility. Art was using a vice grip plier with an allen wrench. The narrow tip of the wrench allowed Art to punch keys on his computer as his way of using the computer. Art’s speech was compromised after the accident but he was an avid computer user.
Today I decided to contact Art’s daughter in Fargo via an email. I told her of the email I had received from her dad and asked if she had an email address she could share with me for her dad. Time will tell if I hear from her. It touched me that out of the blue I had heard from Art. I would so enjoy letting him know that. If I don’t hear from his daughter, I may well contact the facility and see if there would be another avenue available. I most likely will not give up very easily. Family is still family.