I've been too busy over the last week to post here.  I finally called my roommate's family because his condition was so serious.  Well, they all showed up — in force.  At least 20 people came to town from all over the country.

It's been wonderful to see a family with so much love.  They're working diligently to get Derek moved back to his hometown so the family can care for him and be closer to him.

Needless to say I've been busy helping them get up to speed on his health and finances and blah blah blah.  If things keep moving as quickly as they are now, he'll be home — not here but with his family — within a few weeks at most.

That will of course force me to move out of this huge place we're in now and to something smaller until my new digs are ready (more on that at a later time).  That won't be any fun, but it's a necessary evil.

Having spent the better part of the last two years taking care of Derek, this will be a tremendous load off of my shoulders — but it will also leave a huge hole in my life where those activities once were.  Separation anxiety aside, I think getting back to my own life after such a long period of time will be a welcome change of pace.