EyeballKid
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My condolences, man. I understand what you’ve gone through to a degree—my mom’s declining rapidly after several years of fighting cancer. It’s tough.
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ole howard1
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Thinking of you, UNCatTech.
Cherish this special and precious memory, my friend.
My dad died two years ago on December 7. I happened to call him that day at the exact time he was having a sudden, fatal heart attack. My sister was on her way to visit him for lunch. We both got to speak to him as he passed, though I didn't know the true severity of the situation at the time. I regretted not saying more to him at the time, but I was comforted that both my sister and I got to chat one last time with him.
I send my condolences. I wish I could do more.
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My Mother died when I was 29. She had just gotten home from a long over due operation that was going to really improve her life. (Cleaning out the plaque in her caroid arteries.) She had been home for a few days, was doing great, i.e., not falling asleep at the table after eating a meal. I was living in Chatanooga at the time when I got a call, this was before cell phones, that she had a stroke and was in the hospital. I immediately called into work to take time off, packed the car, and my wife and I started driving from Chattanooga to Eastern NC. About two hours into the trip, I was so overcome with grief that I had to pull off the road to compose myself. My wife drove the rest of the way. When we got to the hospital and were walking to the door, my brother came out and met us in the parking lot. He said that Mother had died a few hours earlier, but that he didn't want me to arrive at the hospital and be told that by the folks at the reception desk. A very kind act by my brother in a time of shared grief.