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  • I got the call from the home around ten last night. They mistakenly thought I was my brother. They said if someone wanted to be with him when he passed, they had better come now.

    I called my sister while the home corrected their mistake and called my brother. Both of them got dressed and drove to Mexico Missouri to be there. My sister held her phone to dad's ear and I got to tell him I love him. I heard his slurred reply that he loved me too. I told my sister to call me when he was gone, and at one fifty am she called back.

    He had fallen asleep with both my sister and brother at his bedside. With a couple of deep breaths he was gone.
    Both my Mother and Father had donated their bodies to science many years ago, so the funeral home had all the paper work ready for my brother to sign. There will be no funeral; just a gathering of relatives.

    My son Josh is flying in on Delta and arriving at the same time my updated flight from Southwest. He has reserved a car and we will meet at the National car rental kiosk. There are no funeral arrangements to be made so it will be a gathering of the latest "older" generation.

    I think I really need to see all my cousin's and siblings.

    For those of you that were familiar with my Dad's writings on Cowbird, I am sure there is a feeling of loss.

    But, I have to tell you that at eight pm last night I felt a hand on my shoulder and no one was there. Or maybe a foreshadowing of his passing...
    Ciao,
    Papa
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