My father is dying. Sooner rather than later and possibly very soon depending on what his second tests show. He was trying to be stoic on the phone, quoting some stupid Winston Churchill speech and playing it off but I could hear the fear in his voice.
I made all the phone calls for him except for one. My sister is telling my mom in person this afternoon.
I was supposed to be going up to Chicago this weekend but it looks like I will be heading west instead.
Pray for my father and while you're at it, wish me a little luck.