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consciousness but only for a moment or two. From the first, I believe, Father was destined to die with his boots on.

Like most of us, as my parents aged, I tried to steel myself to inevitability, to accept the fact that I would not have them always. They both lived into their middle-eighties. But when the time came, philosophizing was no comfort. Sorrow was inescapable. 

How much greater the grief, then, when shock accompanies it, when tragedy strikes suddenly and without warning. Tid, my beloved baby sister, was playing bridge on [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] a Sunday afternoon when a severe headache overcame her. Her physician was called and he immediately knew she had suffered a stroke. She went into a coma in the hospital that night and was gone before morning.