October 11, 2025
When Marlon was staying in the hospital, I walked up and down the eight flights of stairs several times a day. One time, on my way up, I stumbled. I didn't fall, but the person walking down the stairs and at least four stairs up, said “I'm sorry”. Marlon laughed at that. He gets a kick out of “sorry”.
I dragged him on a bit of a longer walk this morning, down to the St Lawrence market.
He is fine. He is strong. He is well and healthy. He did say he isn't going to put in too much effort to get back in shape until he is released from sick kids care.
We stopped by the hand today. A difference of seven years.
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