There's nothing to humanize any celebrity more for me than the death of her father. Nevermind that Cheri Oteri is a funny woman so of course she'd instantly be my BFF, but since Crib Chick shared the story of her father's stabbing, I've imagined her just huddled up, crying and achey.
Dad went into the hospital two years ago Saturday and it began our two month descent into the hell of watching your father and husband die slowly. Hellish and horrible as it was, I've long appreciated that I had a sense of what was happening. I said goodbye, apologized for my status as a genetic dead-end, told him about every traffic ticket I ever got, sang songs with him, in short I made things right.
I wish every human could have that pre grief period.
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I so agree with you. I got to say goodbye to my Dad, too. Ms. Oteri's dad's senseless murder is just tragic.
My mother died suddenly and unexpectedly five years ago. I never got to say good-bye. My dad died in January of this year. Fortunately, I saw him just after Christmas, and my last words to him as I walked out of his nursing-home room were, "See ya, Dad." Well, I didn't. Maybe the moral of everyone's death-of-a-loved-one story is this: You never know when the end will come, so the time to make things right is NOW. (But I'm glad you knew what was happening and got to say good-bye.)
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