NO COINCIDENCES!
This morning, I have decided to start throwing all sorts of shit away. This includes guitar bodies, electronics, mementos, collectible records, my records, pretty much everything that is mine. I go to the garage and I start the process, cutting things down to size so that they fit in the garbage can... Phone rings. Sister says my father has just been taken off by paramedics...
No sympathy or well-wishers please... It's not my desire, I'm also the type that doesn't point out when it's my birthday... Not looking for sympathy or empathy, just pointing out there are no coincidences!
I have told him, since when I was first diagnosed, that he would outlive me. He's trying to prove me wrong!