We live in Georgia and my mom called me just before midnight 12/15/2004 from Indiana to tell me my father had died but I was asleep and confused when my wife woke me and handed me the phone. After I hung up the phone I went downstairs, poured a Scotch and tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened. My mother knew I was confused and had my uncle Tom (my dad's brother) called me back to break the news a second time.
I asked him what the hell was going on? He told me what I didn't want to hear. I guess I was in denial. My dad was only 61. I hate December 15th.
I asked him what the hell was going on? He told me what I didn't want to hear. I guess I was in denial. My dad was only 61. I hate December 15th.