Well, now we know where you got it. You got his eyebrows.

It's hard, but it's not too hard. I spent my Dad's last week alone with him and my younger brother when they both passed within a week of each other, fifteen years ago, following cancer's ravages. Just a morbid coincidence that they were together for their individual ends.
I held my Old Man as I helped back into bed for the last time, just an hour or two before he passed, at home. Then a week later, my younger brother, in the next room. My Wife and I had to drive up to Oregon separately, and She joined me after the first few days, and we said goodbye to Pete together. My mom had passed a year before, and Dad and Pete bached together. Then during the first months of the pandemic my Wife's mother spent her hospice across the street at the Daughter's house. She lingered for a long time unable to do anthing much but be awake off and on. I think I'd prefer to go like my older brother Tom, suddenly, from a heart attack. I'd rather not be driving at the time, though. Thank god for the morphine drip.
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