We got in from Tennesee last night, Dan driving like a maniac all the way so that Bill could make it for part of wrestling practice. After all, that is more important than my comfort, or than spending a bit more time with my family after the death of my father. What little hope I might have had deep down inside that my marriage might still have a bit of life in it has died now, along with my father.

I do not know if I am more tolerant than some people I know, or just plain stupid to put up with this stuff. :(

I feel better now knowing that Dad did not die alone, but with one of my sisters with him. And the last act of his life was to smile...