another great day! Around noon, Diane and I rode one of the jet ski’s over to the island. It is our sunning spot to get out of the wind. Paul brought Diane’s double tube so that we could float. We floated and chatted for a few hours before coming back. Diane had to leave around 2:30 ish. The wind picked up, almost to send Diane home. We rode back to shore safely, weather the waves that had gotten slightly better. This evening, we went down the shore line to visit with some friends. We met a new friend. We were instantly friends when I heard him say “I want to find a dead body.” “ME TOO!” I said. We watched the sun set as we chatted away. It was another beautiful sunset this evening. Paul’s wound from 3 weeks ago is healing well. It is almost resolved. Paul was worried there will be a scar. I have several scars that I wear proudly. Each scar has a story. It is part of our memory trail. Scars are conversation starters. I wish I had a scare from when I was bit by a camel...
This is our family's story of Ethan's heart transplant journey