Sondra,
    I guess having gone fishing at those two places gives me some peace 
now.....
   Late Sat night I got a call from my Dad's nurse that he had labored 
breathing, and a low B/P (70/40), but was responding and knew who the people 
were around him.  He had been sick in the past, and what the heck, my B/P 
runs 70/50 most of the time.  I tried to figure out how, on Father's Day 
(what would have been the following morning) I could go visit.  After a 
couple of hours I was able to juggle monies and use credit cards, and had the 
first flight out in the morning.  Figured I'd go visit, and then come home 
that night.  The plane landed at 11:35, I got in the car that was pre-rented, 
and drove the hour to where he was.  When I got there, I asked where my Dad 
was, and they said, his room is down there...but he's not in there.  I asked, 
did he go to the hospital?  They said, oh you didn't know?  Know WHAT ? I 
asked. They said, he died at 11:05 this morning. Needless to say, I wasn't on 
the flight back home that night.
                                         Patti
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