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Saturday, June 27, 2009<\/strong>

I got a phone call from my uncle Sonny. He wanted to know if I was sitting down. I thought he was going to tell me that my dad was dead. I told him to tell me what was going on. He insisted I sit down. I thought, “That’s it, Dad’s dead, Sander killed him!”

When I sat down, my uncle said that he had called my dad. Sys, my dad’s wife, answered the phone. Sys had told him that my dad was no longer living at the house and that she was divorcing him. ‘They had been married for 26 years.’

Sonny had asked her where my dad was. She said she didn’t know where he had moved to. Sonny had called around but had not been able to find out where he was.

I went on Facebook and asked all my Danish friends and family to help me find my dad. I posed my dad’s full name and birthday.

I waited anxiously to see if anyone could find him. 6 hours later, I got a message from my cousin telling me he had found my dad. He gave me the phone number where he was.

I quickly called the number. When my dad came to the phone, I asked him what had happened. He told me that after I last talked to him, Sander had gone to the authorities and told them my dad was not able to drive. My dad’s driver’s license was revoked. Sander took over his car.

A few days later, my dad couldn’t find his wife. Sander was staying in their camper, parked outside the house. My dad then went to the camper to see if his wife was there. She was in bed with Sander. My dad got mad and told Sander to get out. There had been a violent struggle. My dad had feared for his life, so he kicked Sander between the legs. That had given him enough time to grab his shoes and wallet.

He had then run down the street to a phone booth and called the authorities. They didn’t do anything to Sander. Instead, they helped my dad find a shelter where he could stay. And that is where he was at now. He was waiting for an apartment to be available where he could move. My dad said, “First he took my car, then my wife, and now it looks like he has my house too. Sander and Sys are suing me for everything they can! My dad seemed lost. I felt so bad for him.

After talking to him, I called up my uncle to let him know that I had found my dad.

Thursday, June 30, 2009<\/strong>

I still have to use a wheelchair to get around. The doctor told me that even though my leg was in a lot of pain, I needed to start to rehabilitate it. Laila and I have joined Gold’s Gym. There is a pool there, so I have been swimming to see if it will help. I don’t want to have to be in a wheelchair while we go to Europe.

Thursday, July 23, 2009<\/strong>

I am well enough that I don’t need a wheelchair to get around. Richard, Jared, Emma, Bladen, Laila, Johny, and I are on our way to France.

When we got on the airplane, I was lucky enough to get two seats. I was able to keep my leg elevated. It helped my leg not to swell up and made the pain bearable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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While I was on the plane, I worked on my journal. Hoping that when I got old, I would be able to turn it into a book.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n



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