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be fine."
I said, "Nothing is more important than you, dad. Taking care of
you is my job now. Everything else can wait."
Johnny smiled. Even though we had not seen each other much
over the last couple of years, we spoke on the phone almost daily, oftentimes several times in a day. After all, we had the same interests and we liked to talk to each other. We had the same sense of humor. We liked the same movies. We liked the same music. We thought alike. We spoke alike. We were friends. My dad was my friend. I was his friend.
So after a few brief stops (my father actually leased a car that day!) and then going food shooping, I took my dad back home. He went to sleep almost immediately. In the days that followed, all the symptoms he had seemed to be dissipating. Johnny was feeling much better. Ginger being there certainly helped. She followed him around wherever he went. The three of us spent all of our time together.
But he was still tired, and I insisted that he continue going to the doctors to find out what was going on. He agreed.
Since I flew down so abruptly, and only had the clothes I was wearing and a few things in a backpack, it was agreed that I would go back home, and then return as soon as Johnny got some test results a couple of days later. With friends and neighbors there,
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