My dad has terminal cancer. They told him the first of October he had two weeks to two months to live. I went out to his place today and winterized his antique tractors. There's a good chance he'll never lay eyes on them again. Used wrenches that he bought with High School graduation money in 1952. It's funny what people get nostalgic over, I'm going to fucking bawl when we clean out his tools.
As if things couldnt be bad enough, my oldest daughter found my father-in-law passed away this morning. Sorry about your Dad iagsxr!