Summary
One lesson? dad is still with me! I'm his daughter and I resemble my dad a lot. Just wipe off my make-up and pencil in a mustache above my upper lip. There's daddy! Another lesson? My dad was funny! I'm not as funny, but I'm working on it. Oh, can I give you one more life lesson from my dad?
It was August 16, 1977. Late that summer afternoon my Mom called me at my radio station, where I had just finished reporting the news. I bragged to her of my big story of the day. Elvis Presley's was dead! A heart attack was the cause based on preliminary reports. Mom, too, had shocking news! She said daddy's recurrent back pain of the past year was something more serious. Cancer! Pancreatic! He had six months to live! I remember hanging onto the phone for dear life and screaming in the radio newsroom for a long time before a sound actually came from my throat. (Think the last "Godfather" movie, where Al Pacino's character screams for several minutes without making a sound following the death of his character's daughter.) When I could finally get my screaming and my crying under control, I was determined to find a cure for my dad, but first I needed to know the enemy.See the full content of this document
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Do You Wanna Race, Run, or Walk?
Hey! What are you doing 8:00 a.m., Sunday, October 31? Why don't you meet me at the Veterans Administration in West Los Angeles? We'll get some exercise and you can help me help my dad, sort of. I say, sort of, because, my dad ...
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