An emotional weekend saying farewell to the cottage ended with a double whammy with both of my in-laws ending up in hospital after one broke a hip and the other had a stroke (mild thankfully). Which is worrying as they may just be reaching the point of not being able to take care of themselves any more.
We arrived at the cottage to many tales of the recent drama (read it HERE) of a boat exploding in the harbour after taking on 1300 liters of fuel. The owner, a camera man for the Discovery Channel apparently lost everything in the fire, but miraculously was relatively unharmed. Our cottage and several neighbors were evacuated, however we were fortunate not to be there and forced to camp at the local arena.
Laughter is good in times of stress and when I arrived at the hospital, my FIL was still waiting for an ambulance transfer to a larger city hospital for surgery and was more than a little miffed that someone else had got the ambulance intended for him. In an unimaginable sequence of events, the ambulance intended for FIL, was given to MIL to be transported for an urgent CT scan. FIL is in the dark about MIL to avoid further duress. MIL is at home again and laughing about "stealing" his ambulance, which should make for a good family story once everyone has recovered.
When events such as these happen, it is wonderful to watch the troops rally with aid and support. At the marina, it was the local hotel and neighbors that housed and fed the now homeless young man from the boat, and volunteer firefighters who worked tirelessly to contain the fire and lessen the damage of the spill, and with the In Laws, the family gathered, supported and fed each other, and kept a line of communication open with text and phone calls to other family members who couldn't be there.