There's a hole in the....

There's a hole in the barn
dear Liza, dear Liza
There's a hole in the barn
dear Liza a hole....

When I got home I heard that the Seattle Labor Chorus (the same one my dad sang in and my sister still does), stopped by to sing labor songs to him. I also heard he tried to mouth the words right along with them. It's so wonderful to see family and friends try and keep him as upbeat as possible on his journey... 

Headed to Portland tomorrow and then I'll be with my mom and aunt for Halloween, wondering how many kids will stop by...