My CPA, Bob, just emailed. His business partner passed away. Gone, at 64.
Probable heart attack. Tragic.
My first thought: I was there days ago; did I say hello to Bill?
Then, suddenly, it was Tuesday May 20, 1975, about 5pm. I was days from 17. My dad pulled into the gas station where, in a booth, I collected money for 49 cent gas.
Anguish in his face. Then: “Mom died an hour ago.”
Gone, at 51. An aneurysm.
Did I tell her I loved her this morning!?
Nope. I did not.
I need to call some people now.
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