When my dad died, my plane landed in Tampa just one hour after he died from cancer. I got the call from Jean when the plane landed and we were able to turn on our phones that he had passed.
Right now, I'm feeling late. Again.
The man that had fathered me through my college years passed away yesterday of cancer. My father-in-law went to visit him yesterday. Chet asked about me, and my father-in-law promised to bring me to see him when we got to Michigan. But, he died yesterday afternoon. Damn. I did, though, receive a call to be a pallbearer at his funeral on Saturday. It will be an honor. But, still. It sucks.
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