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On the morning of Friday April 27th, about 72 hours before his death, I
assisted my Dad with a project that he had long wanted to work on, but for just
as long he had hoped that he wouldn’t have to complete. Cancer had all but
destroyed his body by that point, but his mind was sound and he so badly wanted
to personally let all of us know his thoughts and feelings.
By then his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t
comfortably write anymore, and he agreed with me that if he tried to
type, he would probably have been gone before keying the period at
the end of the first sentence. So he decided that the best approach
would be to record his thoughts on a digital recorder. But his
failing liver was causing confusion to a level that he couldn’t
confidently work the recorder for fear of deleting his efforts, and
he had none to spare.
Dad was a proud man, so sometimes asking for and accepting help
was not in his character. So I am truly honored to say that on that
morning he accepted my offer to work with him on it. He didn’t get
as far as he wanted, but having listened to the recording more than
a few times, I am absolutely convinced that he got as far as he
needed to. I think you’ll agree!
-Jim-
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