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I just had a flash back to when my dad was first told he wasn't going to make it. I went to my parent's house because Mom wanted to paint the ceiling in the living room. I don't know why. Maybe because Dad's bed got moved into there and she wanted him to be able to stair up at something pretty? Or maybe she just felt the need to make everything fresh. I don't know. Either way I went there with my paint sprayer and a gallon of white. We moved Dad's bed and he stood there, leaning against the TV stand for support until he could lay back down in the bed. I had brought a plastic sheet to protect the back of Dad's bed (it was a daybed). After putting it up against the bed, Mom grabbed the paint sprayer and climbed the ladder. As soon as she did, Dad reached over and yanked the plastic sheet over his face and gave me a LOOK. I started laughing and he looked over at Mom and then back to me before saying, "she's going to get that all over the place." Then he sighed and covered himself up entirely with the plastic and closed his eyes. Before they closed, I got a good look at them - they were full of laughter and teasing, even though Mom was annoyed - well honestly it was probably BECAUSE Mom was annoyed.
I miss him so much right now.
I miss him so much right now.