Here it Stine eldest daughter who writes. Completely forgot to write about our trip to Zealand the 7-8. May Saturday, May 7, we took the ferry early morning Zealand, a cozy trip father and daughter. I had to download a tipi, took dad so we could have a nice trip out of it. We visited cove market on the road, and got the car stuffed with toys. In Copenhagen we should meet with Father's friends Pæd, Jacob and Mette in the greenhouse. We were there in time, so we went for a walk in the park and was well inspired garden at home, the weather was in the top and father were well. It was cozy with father's friends, pint and a good talk, then took father and I a tour in Christiania. And then we went home to Iben and Peter stood ready with delicious, delicious food, lamb, new potatoes and tomato salad mums. It was really nice, we talked and enjoyed the late father had a good day, talked okay and was good with nice day. Next day we went for a morning walk with Iben and Peter, on their big tastier because, down around the marsh. Then we run to Copenhagen in my tepee and then went to Køge where Grandpa and Vivi had been collected Fars siblings from Køge Michael, girlfriend, Lotte, husband brachytherapy and children eating lunch and we went for a walk to the beach. Grandfather bought a house right on the waterfront. We were under the carefully planned schedule as we had ordered the ferry ride home in advance, I sat and watched the grandfather clock in the kitchen which turned out to be afterwards, which we discovered when we got out of the car, what busy we got, the speed limit was not met on the way to the ferry, luckily ferry delayed so we just made it whew. The ferry ride was quiet and calm, Dad sat out on the deck and I was holding brachytherapy a stack of home leaves. When the father came back, he could not really talk and as the ferry was about to be in the country, I could see that Dad was not feeling well that was stuffed on the ferry and the end where we were going, was all going to go out I could not really get dad to talk anymore and his gaze was distant brachytherapy and troubled, Oh damn, had hoped we could get into the car so the father could come down and lie and have peace, but we could not get any roads people who just stood and pushed Grrrlll ... Dad started going to the seizure and people staring, no one offers to help, I cry and try to get the father to lie down with great difficulty, finally, there is a man who helps me, so I can get father to lie down without brachytherapy my tipping him to the floor. It was really brachytherapy uncomfortable and I had no idea what I should do, felt so helpless among a glowing folkemængede. Finally, people started to disembark and then sounded a sour voice over the loudspeaker brachytherapy that there was a Citroën brachytherapy must be moved immediately, I must go from father, is afraid and sad, get hold of a girl who is about to wipe board by, and she drive the car next to me, there comes a ferry man, to see what happens, he helps me to get hold of a run chair, we get father lifted it and then we come down with food elevator, we get dad into the car and the seat folded down and the father comes quietly to himself again, I am totally exhausted, just want to large spouts had been so scared, I thought I lost father on the ferry. On the way home comes father talk quietly resign, he is sad and we talk about what might trikkede it? Perhaps the many jostling people? Or that he had been sitting out on the deck? Or because I had a little stressed out and ran strongly to catch the ferry? Or will it just nowhere? I do not know. But we had a lovely weekend.
Lovely with such a wonderful daughter .. Well done, but what a shock. Hope your dad has it ok again. Thoughts
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