Way back in 1991 or 92, I had a girlfriend whose family lived in Indiana. She had relocated to San Francisco and we were gonna meet for the race that year. Well, the morning she was slated to board her plane, (I was slated to board mine the following day) she called me at work, stunned, because her father had just died of a heart attack on the tennis court after playing a game. All I could say was how sorry I was... and I could not help but ask her if she'd find out whether or not he'd won that game. She said it really took a lot of her mind off the whole thing and that yes, in fact, he had won his last game of tennis. Yeah you right!!!
In other news, I don't want to die alone... but I'm pretty certain I'm gonna.
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Date: 2010-06-05 05:58 am (UTC)In other news, I don't want to die alone... but I'm pretty certain I'm gonna.