Thursday, May 15, 2008

Remembering.

I posted this last year.

1 comment:

Jihad Hernandez said...

My dad also got up and went to work the morning that he died. The night before we were all watching the simpsons and I was eating spicy guacamole shrimp salsa and chips. The next morning he got up, went to work, and in the early afternoon passed out on the floor of his cubicle, not breathing. They took him away and I was at work, so I called my mom to say I'd be home later since i got more hours, but she was crying and I knew there was something wrong. She finally said Dad was dead. It was a really crappy feeling.