Myron, Mom called tonight to let me know that she was driving to Indiana first thing in the morning. I remember my trips every summer to visit Grandpa Frank. I always felt home as soon as we hit the Indiana state line. The closer we got to Hobart the faster I wanted Dad to drive so I could jump out of the car and wrapped my arms around my best friend. My thoughts and prays are with you and I know you will beat this. Love you, Glenn