Funny as hell and on some real shyt. I popped up on my Dad for some reason 3 weeks before he passed. I was 28 at the time and had never really kicked it with him as an adult. Especially with me living in California and him back home in Dallas. We drank and smoked cigarettes all night just talking about any and everything and in a round about way it was him apologizing for not being present in my life ( he was a great provider tho), but he told it through his hilarious story telling. And I got it and promised I'd come back to visit more often. But he passed 3 weeks later of a simple abscess in his mouth that he was complaining about while I was there. Simple antibiotics would've knocked it right out. I was with him for 2 days I went and filled up his refrigerator with groceries, we cooked, ate, drank beer. I'll always have that moment especially with the way I just chose to fly home randomly and was able to capture those moments. I was the last of his 4 children to see him before he passed. Like it was written, all my sisters had a bigger relationship with him due to proximity so they saw him all the time. But me, the only son catching him 3 weeks before he died was surreal.
