Well, this morning my dad died. I was tending to him all night giving him morphine. It was pretty brutal watching him fighting for air. It was a relief when he exhaled his last breath. Chemotherapy worked great for almost 6 months. But once it stopped working, the disease came back with a vengeance. He weighed about 115 pounds at the end, and was winded just from shifting position on his chair. But he died at home surrounded by family, which is what he wanted. He was still making people laugh as recently as Monday. He was my best friend and a great guy. Every now and then he would ask me how Aston Villa were doing, not because he had any real interest, but because he knew what it meant to me. I'm going to miss my main man. Coming on hereand telling you guys this is important for me because VT is a big part of my day to day life, and I feel privileged to be a part of such an incredible group. I'll see you on here later.
Mike