One of my sisters called with the news that I make since, but would never be ready to hear.
"Katy? Um.'s Me. Look, Daddy is gone," she said from a pay phone at the hospital.
I was with him just two days before, and had in fact spent more time with Dad when he was sick that I never had when he was good. After he was diagnosed, I spent the weekend in the hospital or at home, where Mom had turned the dining room into an infirmary.
I thought I was there to help Mom in the tasks, but in truth, I just wanted to be close. Our family had never dealt with a serious illness.Dad was quietly, bravely, mostly with good humor by showing how it was done.
