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I just told my dad I love him. I said it to his voice mail, but I still said it. One of his oldest friends died of a stroke in August and his best friend who he's known since he was six died of lung cancer last month and his youngest brother had a stroke last week and a seizure yesterday morning. Now I'm watching an old episode of Grey's Anatomy and George's dad just got out of massive surgery. My dad had a heart attack a few years ago and every time we rehearse "The Defenseless Creature," instead of laughing at the gout that Craig's character has, I feel sorry for my dad because he has it too. So I called him for the sole purpose of telling him I love him . . . though if he answered, I was going to pass it off like I was calling about Uncle Don. I'm a pretty terrible daughter to him. I'll try to be nicer to him when I'm home this weekend.