Since arriving in Illinois, Dad and I have been sick with the flu. He got it the day after I arrived. I got it two days later, just as he was recovering. It’s a darn good thing we didn’t get it simultaneously because even two bathrooms would not have been enough. My family keeps saying things like, “What a shame that you have to spend your vacation being sick.” But frankly, I came to Illinois to visit my Dad and it makes little difference to me, as long as I get to spend time with him. So I just wanted to say, “I love you Dad, and hope you have a Happy Father’s Day.”
