My dad somehow made it through.
When I got the call last Thursday, this is how it went:
MOM: Brianne, I need you to come home tonight. You're father's dying.
Ummm...yeah. So, there go I. Rush air flight back to Chicago which was, for the record, delayed from 10:25pm to 2:15am. I did find a nice bar lady who served me a double whisky at...
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