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The next day I received a call from family in Portland, Oregon. The night before, my father passed away at 7:00 P.M. Looking back on that experience I realize my mother was re-united with my father for the first time in forty-two years. My mother had been diligently watching my situation. When she talked with my father she notified him of my problems. Before my father died he was in a rest home and at ninety-two and had no idea I was going through cancer. When my mother informed him of my condition I think they decided to come to comfort me. That sacred experience was the highlight of my life. I will remember it always with much tenderness and love.