My dad was brutally
honest about everything. A few years ago when he got a bad report from
his doctor saying that the cancer was in his spine, my dad called and we
had the following conversation:
Dad: "Well, Kelly. That's it. I'm gonna die. Cancer is in my spine and that's it."
Me: Crying. "No, dad I don't want you to die."
Dad: "It's ok. You had a hard time getting started with your life, and better me, than you."
Me: "I don't think so, dad. I don't want you to die." Me still crying.
Dad: "I can't listen to you cry any more. Can you go call your mother so she can console you?"
And then he hung up.
