<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div><span>Greetings,</span></div><div></div><div><br></div><div>It's been a long, busy weekend and then some.</div><div><br></div><div>Right now, I'm sitting in the waiting room while surgeons operate on Michael.</div><div><br></div><div>He was diagnosed with a brain tumor on Friday evening...and things haven't really slowed down since then.</div><div><br></div><div>On the good side, he has great surgeons and came through yesterday's procedure like a champ...they blocked off the blood flow to most of the tumor.</div><div><br></div><div>To make things a bit more complicated, my mother passed away yesterday in Lubbock...and the non-hospitalized children will be headed out on Friday for the funeral.</div><div><br></div><div>Mom was my rock for many years...and Granny will be missed by all her
grandchildren. </div><div><br></div><div>Nola Graves was 88 years old and preceded in death by my father, Coolidge, by 14 months...to the day--he was also 88 when he passed. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My apologies to anyone who didn't get the word before now...but things were moving a bit quickly.</span></div><div><br></div><div>Regards,<br>Tadhg<br>...brick by brick</div><div><br></div> </div></body></html>