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My Mom passed away 6 years ago. Now at age 96, still sharp as a tack mentally but going through congestive heart failure, my Dad was recently "placed" in hospice by two of my out of town siblings that didn't tell him before they signed him up. I've spent my entire life of 53 years very close to my Dad. I consider him my best friend. The siblings aren't worth shooting. So I get the call yesterday from my brother that Dad requested we all be together at his home (without him of course) for Thanksgiving dinner. I told my brother I could care less about having lunch with the siblings. Fired up the 911SC and took an hour and a half drive up the Natchez Trace and then sat at a roadside nature area listening to nature for a few minutes before returning home. Dad calls me at 10 last night before getting his "pain pill" to go to sleep and says he is an emotional wreck that had a bad day. I told him yeah, those people will do that to you and that's why I did my own Thanksgiving.
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