I was just asked by someone in the group to give details about my Dad death, fifty-one years ago.
I received a phone call from home telling me that my Dad was probably going to die very soon. I was in graduate school about 75 miles from him. I got permission to leave and told my superiors that I most likely wouldn't be back for four or five days. When I reached home I immediately went into Dad's room to see him. He was dying from gastronomic carcinoma. The cancer had paralysed the whole of… Continue