"I leaned over and gave Dad a kiss on his forehead and told him he was the best Dad a kid could ever have. It wasn't supposed to end like this. We had a Cobra to finish, and a 240Z to put back together. His lungs had given up the ghost, and I watched his flame flicker, and he drew his last breath. Bye Daddy-O.
I got home from Hospice care, and opened the basement door. There was the Cobra, in its freshly painted glory. I cracked open the hallway door and grabbed his keys off the key holder. I…"
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