Pap's info is here . It's a funny thing, when you know someone has only a limited amount of time. You wait for that phone call with a mixture of sadness and relief. Relief in that person has moved on into a better world, or that their suffering has stopped. In that, you no longer have to worry about them. It's also a phone call you dread, because that person brought you into the world...and now you are alone. This is an article that I've started and stopped a thousand times. We always were worried about my dad, much more than my mom. When she died, it was more of a shock. Even after 2 + years I'm still not sure if I'm done processing it. Mostly I just miss talking to her. My dad and I had a good relationship...but not much to talk about. He was passionate about sports, where as I was more like my mother and was interested more in politics and world affairs. Still though, we played catch for hours, he ta...
