December 8th, 2003

Gir!

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Dad's dying. I'm flying home before they start the morphine drip.

UPDATED 4:21: Just called and I think I got through the haze enough to tell him I love him. We think he'll hang on until I get there. I leave at 7:30 and arrive at 5:00 am tomorrow morning. Gotta go pack.