Peaceful Evening

It's 9:50 Tuesday night. There is a distinct feeling of well earned peace in the room. About an hour ago, I found myself sitting across a stone patio table from my brother Judd, watching the light slowly fade from the Wasatch Mountains behind him. Included in our numbers were our father, our sister Erin, our brother Skip and two adopted Hardy siblings, Jesicah Rolapp and Annika Beaulieu. Judd was telling us that he thinks he has found the first character of his next play. Her name is Amy and she is one of Judd's attending nurses. A very bubbly, cute, young blonde attending nurse, who when she entered Judd's room for the first time, wrote her name on the board, turned and said, "Hi. My name's Amy. It means friend." Yup, he was funny then and by George, he's funny now.

Judd is doing well. The chemo side effects have begun to drop in intensity and he has slowly started to gain, along with his appetite, his strength back. He is now fast asleep and the nostalgic, heavy breathing I had the incredible opportunity to live with for the past three months is floating through the air.

Keep the thoughts and prayers coming. And food.

Love,
James