A Visit To The Hostpital

So I went to visit Lily in the hospital and to be perfectly honest, the news was less than comforting. As I walked into the shop, and saw her organs strewn about the various work benches, I braced myself for the news. 

The mechanic was completely amazed that we made it out to Vancouver, and back again, with as few problems as we had. This was partially due to the fact that our engine had parts meant for a smaller motor. However, our main issue is that basically every major component of the motor is seriously worn out.

In the washing machine!

Parts for a 305, not a 350!

Singed to oblivion!

Empty hearted...

Every Monday night, my dads side of the family gathers for a family dinner. Oma, Opa, cousins, aunts and uncles all gather to share a meal and eachothers company. I am incredibly blessed to have such a great family, and these Monday nights are greatly cherished. My Oma has recently been honing her computer skills and has become quite good at navigating her new laptop. She is also one of the most active readers of this blog, which is awesome. After we had enjoyed yet another amazing feast (meals that I have missed greatly since being away at school), Oma said that she had a present, not for me but for Lily.  She had read the last post, and gathered some beautiful flowers, bleeding hearts, for Lily. These are the most appropriate flowers that she could have given her for a few reasons. Right now the heart of this RV has basically been removed her chest cavity, and, before this unfortunate event, she leaked oil, brake fluid and coolant from every orifice. Somehow my Oma knows just how to joke around in a most witty, yet gentle manner.

So friends, I do not know if we will be leaving on Saturday, but I do know that very soon we will have an RV that is ready for the many adventures to come. Thank you Oma for the flowers! I love you, and if Lily could wake up from her coma, I'm sure she would thank you too!