Vacation Part III

 When you go to Charleston, SC, you HAVE to take a carriage ride.  We take one every time we visit.  The tour guides are very knowledgeable and can answer any questions about the city.   And it's a great way to see the city.

 And just try to guess what the  name of this horse is...

 My Shug always pets the horses after they take us for a tour.

 And the other thing you must do, is visit their gorgeous graveyards.  We were told that a graveyard is next to a church and considered holy.  A cemetary is not connected to a church....

 During the day if the graveyard doors are open, you are allowed to go in and visit. 

 And most evenings you can schedule a ghost tour through the graveyards. I would also recommend a ghost tour.  They are usually filled with history as well. 

 (look at all those bricks!)

 I love the live oak trees.

 So, on Thursday I got a phone call.  It was my Mom, telling me my Aunt Esther was very ill and that her and Dad were on their way to Indianapolis.  She said that she would not be able to take care of my dog, that she needed to be there for Dad.  Understandable.  Esther was his only Sister out of seven children.  She was the youngest.  Her Mom died young, and "the boys" helped raise her.  She didn't have children and her husband passed a few years ago.  The hospital called my parents and told them that Esther had been in the hospital since Monday, in Logansport, but they were transferring her to Indianapolis by ambulance, and that she named Dad as Power of Attorney. 

We had already left Charleston anyway, because of Tropical Storm Andrea.  She was due to hit Charleston that afternoon.  But we wanted to go to Gatlinburg, and also visit some friends in Kentucky. So I started making phone calls to see if I could get a hold of my neighbor to see if he could let Dixie out.  I usually keep my dog at home, and have someone let him out a time or two during the day.  Our neighbor Kenny said he would do it.  Bless my neighbors out here in the country.  (although my city neighbors were also nice, and also helped out with my pets.  I'm so lucky)

My Aunt did not get better, and by Sunday she passed away.  She was fine the Sunday before...even went to a graduation party.  We were told that her lungs and heart were not strong enough for surgery.  She was only 70 years old, but she was a heavy smoker....for years.
(I know I told you about my Aunt the other day, but it was kind of a quick summary and I just wanted to give you a bit of chronological order to the week.  I am playing catch-up again.  Not to worry, last week will be summed up in one post!  And Peeps, I'm going to tell you, I'm tired)

Cindy Bee

PS - The name of the horse....Kevin!  I know...weird name for a horse, huh?  Did you guess right?