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December 26, 2008
I was so worried, three and four days ago, about going to see my father. From what my mother told me, he wasn't responding, wasn't eating. (Three days ago, my sister and my mother went to a funeral home to make arrangements.)

I needed to see him before he died.

Then, two days ago, my mother called. He'd rallied. She was happy.

So I went to see him in hospital yesterday. He was barely coherent. Where are you? He didn't know.

Now I know: It's true: He's dying. I bet he dies before February.

But I'm not worried any more.