Remembering Johnny

Dateline Boston. 

Let's start with an homage to John Boyle. By now, most of you know that he passed away suddenly on Tuesday night. Just sitting in his chair, almost sleeping.

One of Mary's first comments was, "It's hard to imagine a world without Johnny."  We did a lot together, whether it was home and away hostings (in South Africa, Mexico, Canada, Florida, Pittsfield) or regular phone calls, or travel together in Portugal, we, to put it simpkly, had fun.

When we look around our house in Pittsfield, we see a lot of Grandma and Pop, but there's a lot of Johnny too. He was the one who told us it was on the market, but he thought we were crazy when we went ahead and bought it. When we couldn't get insurance or a home equity loan to start work on it (because it had no working bathroom), he jumped in and contacted his insurance friend, and then put in a bathroom, hot water heater and furnace, drilling through petrified wood for hours to get a pipe out to release fumes.  

There's more, and he deserves more, but I'll put a link to his obituary when it gets released. He wanted no service, no get together, and the family is respecting his wishes. Mom, I remembered, took a different approach. After Pop passed away with instructions for no service, she said, "Too bad; you're not around. I'll make the decision."

Mary went down to Florida on Thursday and joined their three girls, grandchildren and spouses to help out, to help each other out. He and Marilyn were inseparable since their youth, so it has to be unimaginably hard for her.

I should have gone too. Instead, I hung out and then drove to Boston on Sunday to start my treatments. After one day, I consider myself an expert.  I am awed at how easy it seems, which means I am awed at how far cancer medicine has come, this, in the face of the Sunday Times Magazine cover declaring the "war on cancer" over. There are a few medieval indignities it seems that have mostly to do with going to the bathroom, but it could be a lot worse. If the worst part so far is the incessant blood draws, then you'll understand it's pretty easy.

What hasn't advanced is hospital cafeteria food. After treatment, Mary arrived in an Uber from the airport after a couple of unforgettable anecdotes (ask her about her phone and the Uber directions), and we "enjoyed" lunch in the cafeteria. I'm not supposed to have cold cuts, so I opted for tuna salad on a soggy croissant bun. Needless to say, the soggy part was not advertised.

One other advance is the accommodation, Hope Lodge, a fifteen-minute walk from the hospital. It's a lodge managed and operated through the hospital for people who live far away.  All free. There are communal kitchens, living areas and small suites. Very nice. My recommendation, buy Necco wafers, Valentine heart candy, and Fluff, because they seem to be the big donors.In the midst of this, Andrew and Lur came to Pittsfield. They stopped in Fairport on the way out to check in with David and Paula where they had dinner with Matthew and his family. Can you believe Donald is in 6^th grade?  They then continued on to our pad where we enjoyed steak, salads, walks, Melville talks, and long chats that seemed to cover all the subjects. I had unearthed a couple of old Far Hills yearbooks, some honor cards and a few Camp Falcon photos as prompts for reminiscing.

Thanks to everyone for checking in. We'll keep you too well informed. Home to Pittsfield on Friday!  Love from over here.