August 17, 1999 Tuesday

Last night Noodles shot out back at 3 in the morning or so and came back frisky and happy and I put her in the bed.

This morning while I was taking a shower I couldn't hear the phone ring and I saw the blinking light after I got out. I pushed the button and it was Roy Johnson, who was wondering what was up with Dad and he didn't know that Dad was dead. I called him back. He said, "He was a wonderful guy!" and cried when he said it. What a way to start my Dad. Roy always would show up at the beach house or elsewhere. He had a son who died in India in the prime of his life of that sleeping sickness that sounds like lyshmasniasis but that I can't spell now. The same stuff mom and dad got from the tse tse flies in Africa and that Dad nearly died of. Roy's son was on a mission for the Mormon church and died. When Roy showed up at the beach house, he came with a woman who had a drink and Mom or Dad asked her, "How is Roy taking it?" and she said, "all right."

I see that that was on his one trip to the beach house: Roy Johnson 1 Trip 5/16/1985