All I got to on Saturday was masking the fuselage stripe.
We received a call from the hospital Saturday morning around 10 AM. The nurse said my brother-in-law relapsed and was having another heart attack and they were moving him back to the ICU. When we arrived they were doing chest compressions and paddles. Once they got him stabilized they inserted a ventilator and he would stay that way for an hour or so and decline again. He would be harder and harder to stabilize and in the end the family said no more heroics. He passed away shortly after 5:30 in the afternoon.
He really didn't take care of himself health wise. He was overweight, smoked, didn't manage his diabetes and in the end the body had enough. Sad thing is he was looking great the night before and he was serious about getting straightened out because this had been a wake-up call. The sad thing is he was 6 months younger than I, he wanted to work out with me at the Cardio/Pulmonary Rehab center, stop smoking and start on his diabetes meds.
Yesterday was obviously hectic due to arriving family and arrangements.
Lesson learned. If I'm going to take that flight to heaven, it will be because God bought the ticket not me.
Thank you to everyone for your thoughts prayers. I will be back to the Macchi in a few days.